Hello there i am really confused on aspects of islam about sin and god and not sure if i can become a muslim due to values i hold. Would love if someone can reach out to me.

I posted this on r/islam and, the moderators called this a drama post, while our brothers and sisters are being bombed in Gaza is not enough drama to them.

Woe to every Muslim who Allah has granted power, wealth, status, and blessings — yet turns away from the cries of their brothers and sisters!

Woe to those who enjoy the fruits of the earth, while the blood of the oppressed soaks it.
Woe to those who have the means to protect, but choose silence and convenience instead.

If you truly believe in the Hereafter, then follow the way of Muhammad ﷺ — the defender of the weak, the breaker of idols, the voice for the voiceless.
And know this: Allah's mercy is near, but so is His justice.

By Allah, this message will reach the one it is meant for.
If your heart stirs, then respond.
If you ignore it, I leave you to Allah — the Most Just of judges, and the swiftest in account.

#StrikeForGaza 🇵🇸

Economic blackout for Gaza is happening this Monday, April 7th.

This is the least we can do.

• No School.

• No Work.

• No purchases (online/cash)

• No debit or credit card transactions

• Flood your socials with #StrikeForGaza and share news about Gaza.

We cannot sit by in the digital world while an entire population is being starved, bombed, and erased. Connect with one another. Protest. Mobilize. Move.

I'm not seeing a central person or org but it is going around. Share widely. Ask organizations that you are affiliated with to share it on their platform. Set the intention to stand on the side of justice and don't worry whether anyone else is doing this or not, you are a free agent and your act of solidarity and interruption is more impactful than you think.

I have seen different timelines, April 7th, 3 days starting April 7th, and indefinitely until the genocide ends. Do what you can, the longer you can sustain it the better.

I know there might be this question "I can't take the day off work". Remember it's not all or nothing. If you really have to go to work for dire reasons, make sure you are doing the rest to your best ability and share so that others will know to participate. Of course the point is to cause a mass interruption, do your best.

May Allah make it a huge success. They only listen when $$ is involved.

Please upvote and leave a comment "I'm striking on April 7th" to improve visibility.

Allah exposed the hypocrites in the time of the Prophet ﷺ — those who prayed beside the believers but hated them in their hearts. Those who smiled with the Ummah while plotting its downfall.

In our time, that veil is being lifted again.

The disbelievers show us their hatred openly — but now the hypocrites among us are being unveiled:

• Those who have power, yet do nothing.
• Those who speak of peace, while sitting silently through genocide.
• Those who wear Islam like a costume, but fear the blame of the disbelievers more than they fear Allah.

“As for the bedouin Arabs around you, some are hypocrites; and so are some of the people of Madinah who have become inured to hypocrisy. You do not know them, but We know them. We will inflict double chastisement on them, and then they shall be returned to an awesome suffering.” — [Surah At-Tawbah 9:101]

If you see the truth and remain silent — ask yourself:
Is it fear, or is it hypocrisy that holds your tongue?

We must not become like them. The time for neutrality has ended.
This is not politics — it is truth vs falsehood, and Allah is watching who stands.

GAZA HAS CALLED FOR A GLOBAL STRIKE THIS MONDAY, APRIL 7TH, 2025. We all have a duty to follow. No School. No Universities. No Work. Until the genocide ends. Everyone must move for this cause. We cannot sit by in the digital world while an entire population is being starved, bombed, and erased. Connect with one another. Protest. Mobilize. Move.

غزة دعت إلى إضراب عالمي يوم الإثنين، 7 أبريل 2025. علينا جميعًا أن نلبي النداء. لا مدارس، لا جامعات، لا عمل، لا بيع لا شراء حتى تنتهي الإبادة. يجب على الجميع أن يتحرك من أجل هذه القضية. لا يمكننا البقاء مكتوفي الأيدي في العالم الرقمي بينما يتم تجويع وقصف ومحو شعب بأكمله. تواصلوا مع بعضكم البعض. تظاهروا. تحركوا. قوموا بالفعل.

Hello everyone, I met a girl a long time ago. And we ve been together since. (We're both Muslims.) I'm really planning on asking for her hand from her family, and I'm really serious about that. That girl loves me so much, and I can feel it, but I have one problem with her. She drinks alcohol. I didn't know that when we first talked. She asked me if I ever tried it, and I was so honest that I didn't, so she said she didn't as well. Turned out she was lying. We recently went out before Ramadan for a dinner, and when we were asking for drinks, the way she was talking to the waiter and explaining how she wanted her drink, I felt like she knows a lot about drinks. So I asked her if she drinks alcohol, so she was embarrassed and told me yeah, I tried it a few times. Moving forward, I was so disappointed. I know I should not control her, but I really wanted to guide her because I really like her. Yesterday, she sent me a picture of her in a restaurant holding a drink, and l asked her if that was alcohol, and she said yes. What can I do at this point if she's not listening? I really like her, but I really don't see myself marrying a girl who drinks alcohol. It's just not for me, and WHY do people forget that it's haram not to forget we're just out of Ramadan, ffs!!!!!

It is tragic what's happening in Gaza, but who has authority to defend the Muslims? Is it the scholars and muftis or Muslim leaders of nation states? Why aren't they doing anything? Why can't they put a peacekeeping army in Gaza? It's as if they want all the people of Gaza to be destroyed? Shame on them. My heart goes out for them and my blood boils to defend them?

It will never be worth it risking your Akhirah to please yourself sounds worthless. Listening to your Nafs is just gonna hurt you in the end. You will be the only one held accountable for your sins. When Allah takes yout soul away you will be all alone in your grave the punishment of the grave isn't a joke Fear Allah fearing people over Allah sounds sad

First of all let me just start off by saying ALHAMDULILAH!! Today I was involved in one of the most bizarre car accidents ever. Some crazy dude got in my way and was about to crash into me so I swerved away from him to avoid it, instead I crashed into another car, a nearby 4x4 truck. Then my entire car flipped over completely and that was the most shock I ever felt in my life. Quickly, the car started smoking from everywhere and I thought it was gonna catch on fire and explode. Luckily, that didn’t happen alhamdulilah, and people immediately came running to try to pull me out of the car but all the doors and windows were stuck

After minutes of struggle, I managed to open a window and climb out of it when the car was facing toward the air. Somehow miraculously I wasn’t hurt in anyway at all which is still shocking and nobody else was injured either. 90% of the time a car crash that massive happens and a vehicle flips over people either die or get severely injured. The fact that I managed to walk away from that completely free from harm is a huge blessing from Allah, Alhamdulilah!!

i have been in a haram rlnshp with a guy , although i didn’t commit the sin of zinah but getting closer to it makes me feel guilty, ashamed . the memories haunt me , i feel sick I cannot move on , im sad all day . Imagining i had let an another guy touch me and get close to me disgusts me . i can’t stop thinking about sureh nur ayah 24:26 and it haunts me . Im trying my best to repent . what do i do ???

What Should I do

As-salamu Alaikum,

Last Ramadan, a young man brought a marriage proposal for my sister. She accepted the proposal, and Alhamdulillah, she liked him. Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction. As part of our decision-making process, my mother, my sister, and I all performed istikhara. The response was favorable—MashAllah, everything felt right.

However, after the good signs from istikhara, the boy visited again to speak with my sister, and that night, something unexpected happened. My mother suddenly became very unsettled—emotionally overwhelmed. The following day, she broke down in tears, unable to explain why she was feeling that way. Concerned, we took her to a doctor who suggested that her reaction might be due to emotional detachment or separation anxiety, as she shares a deep bond with my sister. He recommended we move forward with the marriage as everything else appeared sound.

Despite the medical advice, my mother began to believe that her emotional turmoil was the result of black magic. Over the past year, this belief has intensified. Both my mother and father have been seeking help from various so-called spiritual healers and sorcerers, despite my sister and I consistently urging them to focus on ruqya and legitimate Islamic practices.

Things have escalated to a point where our parents have developed an intense hatred toward both me and my sister—blaming the boy and his family entirely based on what these sorcerers have told them, even though no real evidence exists. This is in direct contradiction to the positive outcome of the istikhara and the medical perspective we received. My sister recently opened up about still liking the boy and wanting to go ahead with the nikkah, but our parents reacted with even more hostility.

Now, because my sister and I have stood up against unfounded accusations and emphasized trust in Allah and istikhara, we’ve been isolated emotionally. Our parents refuse to eat or drink anything from us. They continue to claim that black magic is being done, but it seems this supposed “magic” only affects their relationship with us—while they remain perfectly fine with our older brother, who hasn’t opposed their views.

The emotional toll on us has been devastating. My sister is going through severe anxiety and stress, and I’ve started to experience anxiety and panic attacks myself. After trying everything to resolve this peacefully, I’ve come to believe that the only option left for us is to move out—for the sake of our mental and emotional well-being.

Please, any advice or guidance would be deeply appreciated. We’re trying to stay strong, but this situation is becoming unbearable.

My bestfriend proposed to his cousin that he liked for a really long time and she ended up liking him back. Now they are chatting with each other all the time. They met each other at a family event recently and went on romantic walks every chance they got. They shared gifts and basically all Haram relationship stuff. They did tell their parents about this and their parents did a little meeting where they came to the conclusions of marriage of both when the time comes which is 3 years max from now. Im both happy and worried as they are doing all the romance before marriage and that's bad as this is the leading cause of failed love marriages because the couples do everything they were suppose to do after marriage before they even get married. I tried telling this to bro by sending reels but he ignores. Btw he is a very religious guy . He prays every salah and even tahahjud and no bad habits whatsoever. What to do now🤷???

I'm 21 f I just wanted to share how I’m feeling lately. Right now, I feel completely isolated. It’s like I’m locked away, living without any real purpose. I’ve lost all communication with my parents and siblings—I don’t talk to anyone. Most days, I just sit around doing nothing, and it’s really testing my patience.

My parents have made so many sacrifices to give me a future, especially through education. They had high hopes for me. But I’ve failed them. I’ve reached a point where I’ve given up. I don’t want to commit suicide but I often wish I could just stop existing.

At one point, I told my mom I wanted to get married. Surprisingly, she supported the idea, but my dad was against it. Eventually, my mom said, “Just finish your graduation first.” But right now, I don’t have anything meaningful to do at home. I’m drowning in boredom and restlessness. Many of the times I feel like I'm being desperate for marriage just to have someone's company. I feel like if I were married, at least I’d have some responsibilities—something to keep me occupied, a sense of purpose. I’m just tired of this emptiness. I’m really fed up with how things are. Kindly help me!

Went through the whole first love thing…came out on the bottom because of my own mistakes. Realized where I was wrong and what starts off by displeasing Allah never ends up pleasing us. I don’t know if I can have hope for the future because it feels like I’m never gonna find another. Does it get better?

اَلسَلامُ عَلَيْكُم وَرَحْمَةُ اَللهِ وَبَرَكاتُهُ‎

I have searchh all over looking for it's arabic translation. I found his 'A day of wrath' but this one may be was never translated in English. I am seeking here in case anyone has.

Sheikh was prisoned by Saudi government was even called Father of hate, terrorist, extremist by the Saudi media for writing this book.

I am relly curious to read this. I am currently learning arabic for past 6 months, infant level :). If someone can provide the arabic pdf of the book at least, will still be helpful. I can read it after 2 years when I am done learning arabic.

I graduated in January and have been off since then to focus on getting my driver’s license. The journey began when I was 16. I wanted to start learning to drive because I had plenty of time outside of school, but my mom refused to even discuss the topic. My dad rarely goes against her, so nothing happened.

After asking many times for over a year, I was finally told that her concern was that I might use their money to get the license. She said I had to handle it myself through work or study grant/ loan. I tried to explain that I didn’t even want their money—just help with driving practice. But still, she refused.

The ironic thing is that my mom drives everywhere and refuses to take public transport because she says people stare and she feels unsafe wearing a hijab — which I also wear, yet I’ve had to take public transport all the time.

When I turned 18 and started university, I was finally allowed to practice driving—probably because I now had study grant and was taking the full student loan. But we only drove a few times before I gave up. My dad couldn’t give clear instructions. I was driving a manual car and would hear things like “press that, then that,” and I’d be like, “What do you mean by ‘that’?” It was stressful, and I also felt I didn’t really need a license at that time. My studies took a lot of time, and then the pandemic hit.

But then they kept pressuring me to meet potential men even though I told them I wasn’t mentally ready to get married, since I was feeling really unwell at the time (Read my previous post).

At the same time, my younger brother turned 16 and was immediately allowed to start learning to drive. When he turned 18, he took a few lessons and got his license—with my mom’s money. She denies it, but I know he didn’t have a summer job or any income, so it’s obvious. Most likely it was an 18th birthday gift. What did I get for my 18th? A teddy bear which I once said was cute in a store. My two older siblings each got a watch for their 18th birthdays. When I bring up how unfair it feels that I wasn’t allowed to practice while my mom paid for my brother’s license, I’m told to stop being jealous—and that my brother paid for everything himself.

Anyway, I started practicing again this past December, using my saved study grant. The driving school recommended practicing privately as well, so I tried again with my dad. I thought that even if he wasn’t good at explaining, I could just focus on what my instructor taught me.

One winter day (three days after the major accident due to icy roads—we live near that area), I was driving with my dad. I wanted to turn onto one road, but he told me to take another. Suddenly he started yelling for me to “watch the edge,” even though I wasn’t close to it. I tried to correct, lost control, the car skidded left and I steered right to avoid oncoming traffic in panic—and we drove into a ditch. The rear of the car was damaged. It cost 900$ to repair, as the car wasn’t fully insured.

My dad said nothing. At home, it turned into an argument. A few days later, I got a message from my parents saying “these things happen” (when they saw I had serious anxiety over the situation), but the jabs haven’t stopped. Once, during an argument about something completely different, my mom said: “You should be ashamed of what happened.” Ironically, I later found out that others in the family had almost slipped on that exact same road the day before—but no one told me. When I tried to bring up situations where they had done wrong things while driving (just to defend myself), I got the response: “Well, we never drove into a ditch.”

I offered to pay the full cost of the repair with my student loan money to avoid the jabs—but my mom refused to take the money. So I decided to stop driving with them entirely and only drive with the school.

My instructor has been absolutely amazing. Patient, understanding, never raised his voice even when I made big mistakes. After the incident, he even asked how I was doing and if my family had let it go. I lied and said yes, because I didn’t want them to seem like a bad family. It felt strange that someone actually cared about how I was doing.

Now I’m at the end of my training, and my instructor says there are only a few small things left to fine-tune. My driving test is next week.

But stupid me—I decided to drive with my family again. I felt more confident and thought it would go better now.

It ended with my mom snapping at my dad: “You’re the responsible driver—keep an eye on her!” and both of them yelling “Brake!” like I was an idiot—when I was slowly rolling forward toward the line in a roundabout as the car ahead had just entered and was waiting. My mom repeated “watch the edge!” at least 20 times, until my dad said: “But her placement is good…” Then once, when I was about to turn left, there was a huge pothole in the road that I tried to avoid (my dad always gets irritated when I hit potholes). So I planned to turn a little later—but everyone started yelling that I should turn. I got angry and shouted: “Are you crazy? I was just trying to avoid the pothole!” Then they laughed and said: “Sure, sure, we all saw your mistake.” I felt completely ridiculed. They also said my reaction was disrespectful to them. Which it absolutely was — I’ve never spoken to them like that before. But imagine three people yelling at you at the same time while you are driving (not fast), and there was no one else on the road

Every time I say that my driving lessons have gone well, it feels like they don’t believe me. I never saw my mom treat my younger brother like this when he was learning to drive.

I also haven’t told them I passed the theory test on my first try or that I’m taking my driving test soon (I was planning to surprise them by showing them my license if I passed). But after all of this, I don’t even know if I’ll feel happy if I pass. My mom has also said I can forget about driving our second (newer) automatic car, even after I get my license. Meanwhile, my brother drives it all the time—even though he acts aggressively when others make minor mistakes in traffic and never listens when told to slow down or be careful.

After the most recent driving session with my family, I felt so sad. Almost emotional about the thought of not seeing my instructor again—the one who actually supported me and noticed when I wasn’t feeling well. Something my own family never does. When I got home, I cried for several hours, without even knowing exactly why it hit so hard.

I’ve also started thinking about moving out. I’m looking for an apartment and trying to find something in a good location. I’ll be starting work soon and have been fortunate to get a job in my field with a good starting salary, which feels like a relief.

My sister says we shouldn’t be so hard on our mom because she had a rough upbringing. According to her, my grandmother favored her other children—especially my uncle (the youngest)—which made my mom feel forgotten (she was the oldest). She got married at 20. My mom wanted to give extra attention to my older sister (so she wouldn’t feel forgotten) and to my younger brother because he’s the youngest. I’ve always just felt like I was “there.” But I don’t think that’s an excuse. Just because she was mistreated doesn’t mean I should accept the same treatment. Whenever I try to bring up something that hurt me, I get responses like: “I’m a bad mother, hope I die so you’ll be satisfied,” or “Be glad your grandmother isn’t your mom.” Sometimes she just says: “Stop. I don’t want to hear your whining, I’m tired.” Which only gives me anxiety and makes me feel like maybe I was too harsh.

There have been moments where she’s tried to be better, but it never feels genuine—which honestly hurts even more. After the car accident, I told her it felt like my dad cared more about the car than about me, even though I cried and panicked. It was a stranger who comforted me, not my dad. She said that wasn’t true, that he just didn’t know how to handle the situation. I couldn’t sleep for two nights after the accident and felt really awful. Then I got a text from them saying not to think about the car and that “these things happen.” But still, she keeps making sarcastic comments about it. Another example: I helped her with her taxes and jokingly said I should get part of the refund (I’ve never taken money from them as an adult), and she replied with a sarcastic tone: “Have you forgotten what we just had to pay?” (referring to the car repair).

It never takes long before I’m criticized again—for not being good enough. Before my graduation, when we argued and I ended up winning the discussion, she said: “You’ve only gotten worse with age,” or “You think you’re better than us just because you have a degree and talk back.” I’ve never felt better than anyone—quite the opposite. My dad also went to university, and my mom has taken several courses—so why would I look down on them?

When I was younger, I’d just go into my room when something happened. Now when I stand up for myself, I’m told it’s disrespectful because “they’re my parents.”

My family often says I’m a disrespectful and angry person. But when it comes to school and work, I’m always described as calm and kind. I’ve never had issues with anyone—except within my family.

My aunt and mom often talk about how my uncle was favored his whole life and how, even though he’s over 35 (with a good job and children), he still gets financial help. But the one time I jokingly said that my little brother is mom’s favorite, my aunt immediately said: “Oh my god, are you jealous of your little brother?” It’s ironic, because they constantly talk about how unfairly my grandmother treated them. My mom always defends my little brother no matter what. If my dad says anything even mildly critical, he gets scolded and called harsh. But if someone in the family says something negative about me, my mom is quick to agree.

My relationship with my brother has gotten worse over time, but I know it’s not his fault. He can’t help being the favored one. He’s not a bad person—he actually has a lot of good qualities.

Many childhood memories have started resurfacing now that I’m older. For example, I used to share a room with my sister, who complained about my snoring. I had to sleep in the living room for years. They took me to a doctor who said I had a nasal gland that could be removed, but it didn’t affect me much and the snoring would go away as I got older. The surgery was booked—not for my sake, but because it disturbed my sister—but was later canceled because it wasn’t needed. Still, I continued sleeping in the living room for years.

When my sister moved out when getting married, my mom got sad because they were close, and she took out her sadness on me for days. I remember finally yelling that it wasn’t my fault my sister moved out and that she couldn’t take her anger out on me. That’s when she stopped.

When my little brother was moving out to study, my mom excitedly discussed various student apartments with him. When I now talk about moving and ask what she thinks of different places, she just says: “I don’t know, do what you want.” And yes—I’ll do what I want. But sometimes, you just want someone to care.

I was also often criticized for my weight as a child. My mom and sister said I should lose weight so my nose would look smaller. I was told I was childish—even though I was a child (this started when I was around 9–11 years old). My sister now says she regrets how she treated me, but her comments about my looks still happen, which has made me withdraw a bit. One time when I was 16–17, she came home laughing and said, “My friends thought you were actually pretty.” My mom laughed a little and said: “You can’t say that about your sister.” It really hurt, especially since I’ve always had low self-esteem. Today, I’m her personal photographer whenever we go somewhere because she wants 20+ pictures—while I can’t even bear to see one picture of myself. I avoid being in photos altogether. They pretend not to understand and sometimes force me to be in pictures “for the memories,” and say I’m beautiful and it’s all in my head—that I just see myself wrong.

But I love my sister’s children deeply. If it weren’t for them, I might have distanced myself from her even more.

When I try to talk to my sister about all of this, she says I’m too sensitive and overthink everything. She thinks harshness is normal in families and that I’ll only cause problems if I don’t let go. That mom also had a tough childhood. But it’s not just about what has happened—it’s about what’s still happening. I’ve started processing things more as an adult because I feel sad about how alone I felt as a child—and how I sometimes still do.

Ayatul kursi has 9 sentences right? Well, lets take a look at them in more detail.

Sentences 1 and 9, first and last

sentence 1:

ٱللَّهُ لَآ إِلَـٰهَ إِلَّا هُوَ ٱلْحَىُّ ٱلْقَيُّومُ ۚ

Allah! There is no god ˹worthy of worship˺ except Him, the Ever-Living, All-Sustaining***!***

Notice here how there is two names of Allah at then end of the sentence

sentence 9:

وَهُوَ ٱلْعَلِىُّ ٱلْعَظِيمُ

For He is the Most High, the Greatest.

Now, here, there is also 2 names of Allah at the end. But it doesnt stop there.

Sentences 2 and 8, second and second to last

You know how securit guards get really tired? Well, they have to look at a screen for 12 hours, and its hard not to fall asleep. Now take a look:

sentence 2:

ٱلْقَيُّومُ ۚ لَا تَأْخُذُهُۥ سِنَةٌۭ وَلَا نَوْمٌۭ ۚ

Neither drowsiness nor sleep overtakes Him

Notice here the sleepy reference

sentence 8:

وَلَا يَـُٔودُهُۥ حِفْظُهُمَا ۚ

 and the preservation of both does not tire Him

btw this one may not be considered a sentence by english, but if u look at the verse it also got like the mini letter next to it to signify a sentence

So here it's saying the preservation of both does not tire him. Wow! Look at these patterns!

I could do the whole verse, but i dont have the time, so pls watch this vid to see the rest!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZEanPAqS84

edit: the point is that theres so much linguistic patterns in the quran it cant have come from an illiterate man in 7th century arabia in the middle of a desert

They show three ads in a row and constantly interrupt the experience, making the app borderline unusable. Sometimes the ads are super inappropriate too — completely missing the point of what the app is supposed to be about. Seriously, get your act together, Muslim Pro.

Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu

I pray everyone is having a good weekend

I've been trying to reflect more on my life and future lately to stop living as passively as I have been these few months, and would love some inspiration.

It's been a rough year for all of us I feel. So I hope opening this discussion will inspire others to reflect and take the steps towards living their dreams, too.

For me:

- slow, peaceful evenings when I can fully unwind with cooking a nice meal, showering/bathing, journalling, planning the next day, skincare, etc.

- I want to live an active life especially involving walking in nature or the city. A solid but reasonable gym routine, daily walks, maybe being in a volleyball club.

-I want something social to look forward to every week. Community is important to me but I rarely make time to be active in clubs, orgs, or programs so I want to have something that will let me engage with like-minded people every week.

- I want to grow as much of my own food as possible, and to have the privilege to only purchase whole, fresh, local foods for myself and my loved ones. Would also love to be that friend and family member who can gift everyone home-grown veggies and fruits :)

Most of all I want to maintain peace and contentedness at every stage of life and every condition Allah puts me in with grace and gratitude. May Allah accept all of our duas and permit us to live dreams that we deserve and that may lead us to Him.

Salam Alaykum brothers and sisters.

I grew up Muslim in the UK specifically London. As a kid I was always made to feel welcome and didn't feel in any way being Muslim separated me from others. This continued Into my teens.

In high school, I did face a few instances of hearsay based on Islam but schools were quick to shut it down, and the general vibe felt green. I honestly do love Britain and respect the law and try and be a decent person.

However, these past few years have been a bit weird. I'm seeing a lot of racially and religiously charged hate content aired on social media and I don't know if it's sifting into my perceived experiences but I feel like people have got something against Muslims nowadays in person as well. I mean some of the stuff is absolutely absurd. Like for Muslims to be put in C-Camps.

The issue is those types would hardly say it to your face, so it's micro aggressions. Id never give up my deen for this world, but I am wary of what my children may experience. I am also wary of my future self. I believe there is a reason for Muslims being advised not to reside in a non Muslim country for too long....

I'm sharing this in hopes of getting other opinions and perspectives. I'm not a doom and gloom person. English people are mostly kind on the surface, but im starting to suspect maybe people are hiding how they truly feel nowadays which brings a sense of not feeling welcome.

Does anyone else feel this way? For those older than me has it always been this way and has social media just poured petrol onto the fire? If not maybe give some helpful advice. Jazakallah khairan.

I'm literally in the verge of kms idk what i ever did to be this alone Im tired of feeling alone its eating me alive it hurts seeing other people have friends while my dream is to have righteous friends but I have 0 friends and people might say its easy to make friends no its not its not easy when you dont work when you dont go to school i feel like the lonliness is taking over me and idk what to do anymore it sucks i wish Allah would answer my duas already idk how much longer I can hold on

I have religious OCD and i struggle to not repeat prayers. Yesterday when i did dhuhr en asr i doubted them and wanted to do it again. But i did not do it. The whole time after the prayers i stressed and had anxiety about it but decided to ignore. I prayed maghrib en later isha and went to sleep. When i woke up in the night for fajr, i was still thinking about dhuhr and asr. I wanted to do them again so i decided to pray all the prayers again from dhuhr till isha. When i was doing dhuhr prayer, i thought no this is not good to repeat and stopped mid prayer and didn't want to repeat all the prayers again and act on my doubts so then i just prayed the current prayer fajr. Are my prayers still valid since i wanted to pray them again but i stopped mid dhuhr?? Now im stressing that the prayers are not valid anymore. Or is it just my OCD??

Assalamualaikum, 24F muslim here. My family members are really a problem to my path of academic, mental and financial progress . Sounds really agonising but yes its the truth. They don't listen to what i say, they are more into quarrelling than listening, most of my life I listened to what they said and now currently studying in prestigious university but they are really just a barrier to freedom. They don't understand their behaviours are very much controlling and manipulative rather than caring. They gave me money food and essentials but still they gave me mental health issues, lots of anxieties, I've been struggling a lot for this for 8/9 years , rare anxiety disorder. They never inspired me , gave me hope, or helped me to love life and live peacefully.

They compel me to sit with them on meals , because eating together we meet each other. But i think the talks they have at that time is really consuming my energy. If I don't talk , they will even ask me why am I like this. They just get on my nerves. Now my new brother's wife has joined them too. Really don't like to meet and talk to them. They have very problematic thinking. They want me to study good but they also want me to join chitchats, join too many family programs and go outside for walking.

I am feeling like I am alone in this world. I had never developed friends because most friends would backbite or chitchat unnecessarily. All I did was stick to my parents. But now I don't know what they expect, they want me to be obedient towards them when I'm seeing that they are just utilising islam for meeting their needs when necessary. They backbite, gossip , quarrel, have anger outburst , they really like backbiting, showing off their money and status, focus on outward beauty/ ornamentation but not invest in education when it is most needed for muslim world today. I really want to avoid them, but help them only if they need. Or join sometimes. Is it okay? I feel like they want my companyi, but all they do is quarrel, backbite, shout and express anger , nothing good. Also I hate my brother's wife. She is very much matching them. Let them be happy. I don't want to waste my energy anymore.