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Dear Beloved,

"Let him who believes in Allah and the Last Day speak good, or keep silent.." 

This blog is a creative exercise to speak good in a world that sometimes seems overwhelmingly evil. The way we see the world is a reflection of what is going on inside our hearts. A heart that is tormented looks for peace in the torment of this world. It is drawn towards pain and ugliness. 

Ramadan is a few days away. I hope to benefit from it. I hope to come out on the other side a better person than I am today. There are knots to untangle, impulses to resist, and forgiveness to be sought. I'd like this blog to be a source of khair to myself as well as to you.

Love and Hope,
Monib

  

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