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.

This might be the first ramadan that i’ve felt this empty after it’s gone even though it’s been over a week now. Subhanallah it’s really hard and i don’t know why? i miss Taraweeh nights, making food for my family , Qiyaam, iftar dinners and the sense of community. I miss the strong connection i had with my creator and my deen.

How can i feel something similar to what i’ve felt in ramadan? I know it won’t be the same but something close :// Does anyone have a routine they follow that they absolutely love ?

Jews were always safe with Muslims when attacked throughout history. And they use the Torah to justify atrocities and take more lands. May Allah deal with them in this life and the afterlife. May Allah please us with what He’ll do to them. I don’t know what will be done to them that will make us feel they finally deserve it, given what Palestinians are going through :(

Hello, I live in a mainly Christian society, my father was admitted to hospital recently and a colleague of his who is Muslim came to visit him, during the visit he gave my father some money as a gift. This is not a common thing to do where I'm from, we didn't want to question him or anything and my father accepted it, we didn't want to come across as rude or ungrateful because he was genuinely being kind and him and my father do get along really well. I was wondering if it is a Muslim practice or tradition or maybe something else? Something cultural maybe? It has made both of us curious!

Christians claim that Islam allows for child marriage, but the Bible forbids it. This is not true at all. Ignoring the fact that the meaning of "child" has changed numerous times throughout history, the Bible doesn't even set a minimum age for marriage, nor does it explicitly even mention child marriage.

So, in all technicality, if we go by authentic Christian law, it is not a sin to be married to a baby and have sex with them. Meanwhile, for Islam, the rules are that you have to be of physical age (pubescent), and you have to understand the responsibilities of marriage (mental maturity).

The Kuffar like to bash on Islam for this all the time, but they have no problem when a country like Argentina and Japan have (had for JP) their age of consent set to 13 years old. They also ignore the fact that child marriage is still a common practice in many US States. They also ignore that many of their prominent figures in the past were married to what would be children today.

So why the double standards? They're not even from Muslim countries, yet they like to act like they know everything about them, including enough to know that everything bad that happens inside of them is from Islam rather than culture.

It's also funny because you never see any Muslims spread this much hatred toward Christians, yet they like to attack us constantly even though we try to make peace with them.

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.

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My heart breaks every time I see our brothers and sisters suffering; we are so helpless, unable to alleviate their suffering. But du’aa changes Qadr. Du’aa is a powerful tool.

O Allāh, support our oppressed brothers in Palestine. O Allāh, be their guardian and supporter, helper and backer. O Allāh, protect them with Your protection and strengthen their hearts. O Allāh, hasten their relief and victory, and grant them a way out of every distress and relief from every worry. Ameen.

I write my will to you from the torn chambers of my heart. I don’t think death will spare me this time. I live moment by moment through scenes that feel like the Day of Judgment.

The bombing has intensified greatly, as if the genocide started today. We await our death in despair. Every moment, I look up at the sky filled with planes and imagine one of the missiles falling on my head. This insane thought gets stuck in my throat and chokes me.

If I do not return to this world, I miss my friends dearly, those who have already preceded me to Paradise. I miss my cousin a lot. I will see you all soon. Make room for me to speak, for my heart is heavily burdened with so much. I talk to them here, my friends, but no one hears me, no one responds. Make room for me, for there are no longer trees or birds here to talk to. Tell everyone that I miss them so much. If I am to leave soon, I entrust you with every stone here in Gaza, for within them is enough love for the entire world. I entrust you with Gaza’s children—hug them and help them. I entrust you with Gaza’s women, whom the war has deprived of all meanings of femininity. I entrust you with my body, if you find it, to bury it well and not let this Nazi Zionist occupier take it.

And if, one day, you find my words by chance, pray for me.

Does the iddah period applied to a woman who is new convert and whose previous marriage was with non Muslim?

Asalamualaikum, i saw a trace of white fluid on my pennis . Now I don't know whether it's mani or madhi? I just felt something and when i checked it was a white trace of fluid. I was not sexually aroused after flirting but i flirted just for a short moment and I didn't smell. There was no pennis erection.

Salams everyone, I am starting my own soap brand which will use halal ingredients only, so no lard and also no alcohol. Only natural organic materials. The fragrances I am experimenting with are plants and fruits and I would like to call it "Scent of Jannah." Would it be offensive to call a soap that? Thanks.

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My heart aches for all the Muslim around the world dying because Muslim leaders choose silence over action, they choose condemnation over action. They all gonna held accountable in front of allah way before jews/kuffar...despite having all the wealth and artillery of the world they choose to stay silent..

They are afraid of death. Which gonna come to them sooner or later

Aoa everyone,

Now I know before I declare my difficulties, people are gonna talk abt people suffering in Palestine, how our prophets suffered multiple situations in their life and so on and so forth to which I am completely AWARE OF, and I completely acknowledge it. So I don’t want people commenting this and making me even more guilty please. I am so helpless that I am coming here on Reddit and venting which is huge for a person like me.

I have been in mental distress for nearly 6-8 years, I dont choose to reveal details about them but I have been so depressed and mentally disturbed that I took therapy, was on antidepressants for years and had to manage med school among all this. I have no breakthrough in my life and im so upset, I ended up getting hypothyroidism, lost around 9-10 kgs in depression and lost hope. I get disgusted when I look at myself in the mirror. I feel like life isn’t worth living but I am alive for Allahs sake. I have done everything, from fasting, to working on myself, to praying tahajjud, to ask dua under the sky to crying in sujood. I feel like Allah has lifted hands from me. Is it a sin to dream in this world to be something? I see people around me excelling academically, financially, professionally and in their personal lives as well. Its very PAINFUL. Now the pain has started affecting me physically. I am not able to eat, i need to swallow food with water. I dont want to get out of bed. I want to keep crying and I want to become numb as a stone.

When will Allah open my naseeb, I am already turning 26 this year. I have begged Allah like a child. I feel miserable. If I think about the duas I made, I think there would be a mountain of them which I myself wouldn’t be able to climb it. My eyes are sore crying everyday. I have been crying nonstop from past 3-4 years of my life while managing to study for my entrance to residency program, which I couldn’t clear. That as well made me fall into a dungeon of depression. There are OTHER REASONS contributing to this condition of mine along with the ones I mentioned. It’s not only professional life.

What sin have I done? Is it a sin to desire in this world? Most of you will be like count your blessings, which I do EVERYDAY. I journal, and I make my gratitude list everyday. I have even prepped for the last 10 nights of Ramadan. My heart is broken. Please dont try to guilt trip me.

I am also very scared to make dua because what if I get tested with anything I ask.. My body doesn’t contain the energy to take up anymore tests from Allah.

I have a lot of confusion about this. So it was my understanding that if a person has never come across islam(eg: isolated communities such as the Amazonians) then that would exclude him from being labelled a kafir and Allah will test him on the day of judgement. Same thing for those who were given false picture of islam(Western Media, etc.) and those who tried their best to explore but for someone couldn't fully understand/comprehend/grasp islam. Could someone with knowledge please shed some light into this?