Twice the person you’ll ever be

I told you

The reason he lashed out

I told you

You provoked him

What did you do?

You shared that with others

What did you do?

Cackled on the street about it like the witch that you are.

I pity you.

I told you

I thought you’d have an ounce of compassion

Little did I know that my expression

would mean nothing

for someone without decency

without empathy


nor dignity.

I told you

His actions don’t always make sense to everyone

You so desperate for attention

For your sick idea of fun

You told those like you who listened

Ridiculing someone’s illness

Because you are that



You’re an insensitive mess.


What did you do?

Laughed at the condition of his mental health

Shrieked at his expense

For fake cretins

those other good-for-nothings

without empathy


nor dignity

What did you do?

You’ve no real friends to be found

You tried to fight him but he’s already in a war

Though he has loved ones all around.

While no one knocks at your door

So you ridicule someone’s illness

Because you are that



You need to change desperately.

For maltreatment does not go unseen.

Also, he’s twice the person you’ll ever be.


❤ Tanz

Note: if you haven’t already felt the gist of my stance on the scumbags who ridicule others for their mental health issues, I think it’s outrageous and unacceptable. I was unable to speak to the inhumane thing and her fellow cretins in this case but decided to channel my anger into this piece. Feel free to let me know your comments on it below 🙂 Some details are different in this piece.


“Ler, ler, ler,

viver a vida

que outras sonharam.”

– Unamuno


A powerful reminder. Muito poderoso ❤ Randomly found this on the back of a bookmark in a Portuguese book of contemporary Palestinian poetry. Love the book so much and was surprised to find this inspirational bookmark in there!! To read and obtain knowledge are some of the most treasure and encouraged actions in Islam. “Iqra” i.e. “Read” was the first revelation from Allah to Muhammad (SAW) via Jibril (AS)- please correct me if any of my wording is incorrect, any mistake is from me and I apologise for it. Thus, reading is very important to me. When I was younger, I used to read much, much more but now that I have finished my exams and that I am also looking to write more, God-willing, I look forward to reading more too! ❤ Books are one of my first loves!


Tanz 🙂

A kid’s dream, aged 10

Q: What are your dreams?

A: Erm, what is it for again? An interview? Oh, my dreams are…what do you mean, my dreams? My dreams are to fly.

Q: You can’t…erm. X, I mean, what do you want to achieve?

A: What do I want to achieve? In life

Q: Hold on. Yeah

A: Erm…find true love

Q: What is true love?

A: True *laughs* What is true love? It’s compassion, it’s happy, it brings joy and I don’t know. It’s just full of love and happiness

Q: What is compassion?

A: Full of love. I don’t even know but I’m going to say full of love and joy.

Q: Can you feel love for anyone?

A: Yeah. What do you mean? Love love?

Q: Hmm?

A: What?

Q: Thanks for your time.


Note: This was an interview/informal chat with a ten year old.  Totally random. Or perhaps a pilot to see how asking a unconventional not-your-everyday question would go 🙂 *ideas are brewing* 😉 More will be revealed in time, God-willing.

Try it! You may learn something new about someone you know (or someone you don’t know!)


❤ Tanz

Hate. Injustice. Intolerance. Hope. Love. Change.

To the Islamophobic few,

Why do you hate us so, so much?

How can you hate someone the way YOU hate them purely because of their religion?

You hate me, you hate my community who have faith in common. You hate us because we follow the way of the Qur’an and the teachings of our beloved Prophet (peace be upon him). You hate how we pray five times a day. You hate how we try to make the Holy Pilgrimage to Makkah, if we have the means. You hate how we bear witness to “there is no god but God and Muhammad (PBUH) is the Messenger of God”. You hate how we pay charity, annually, at the very least, if we can afford it. You hate how we fast for a month, if we are capable of doing so, to put ourselves in the shoes of those less fortunate than us and to obey our Lord. Is that what you hate the most? That we practise our faith? Those are the basic tenets of our faith and it’s fair to say probably not the only things you hate about us.

Your hate is unjustifiable and will NEVER be justified.

Do you hate me for the hijab I wear? Do you hate my father for going to the mosque once (at the very least, on Fridays) every week? Do you hate the boys and girls you see for attending Arabic classes to learn how to read the Qur’an? Do you hate the youth for making the choice in the name of their faith to wait to have sex until after marriage? Do you hate the elderly who insist on performing Hajj even when they are fairly frail?

If you answer yes to any of the above, your hate is still unjustified and NEVER will be justified.

It angers me. It upsets me. It infuriates me. It distresses me. What does, you ask? That hate you have festering in your heart and mind. It’s a plague on your body. It’s an injustice to the humanity you were born with. It’s oppression towards the one billion+ who are doing NOTHING to hurt you but can only benefit you. You slander the Muslims as if they have no feelings. Guess what? We have feelings. We also have tolerance. We have a deep understanding of our faith and what is expected of our treatment of others, be they Muslim or non-Muslim. It is why I, as a Muslim, will never oppress one who is a Muslim or non-Muslim. It is why I will always be tolerant of others, no matter what religion they follow. It is why I never hate anyone simply based on their religion or race, as you so easily do. As an individual, I have nothing but love and respect for my fellow human beings. It is only when you disrespect me or you disrespect another unjustly that I will question you and your intentions. My faith grounds me. Islam teaches me NOT to treat others (yes, Muslim or non-Muslim) unjustly or unfairly even if I dislike them for any reason (be it they stole my pen, they called me a name, I thought they were silly, whatever reason you can think of).

Always be just, always be fair- that’s what my religion teaches me. So, I will be considerate when it comes to you. Blame your hate on the disgraceful propaganda in the media, your niggling jealousy of all Muslims, your lack of education, your bad experience with a Muslim or any other reason you think justifies your hate for Muslims. Keep that excuse in mind and thus remember:

It STILL doesn’t justify your hate towards us Muslims.

You know what can justify your hate towards anyone of any religion? NOTHING.

That’s the truth. In black and white. Clear as day. Nothing justifies your hating on me or anyone else because of their faith.

I am a human being just like you. I bleed red, you bleed red. I have a beating heart in my body (all praise be to God), you have a beating heart in your body (all praise be to God) and we have so much more in common that makes us both human. You can hurt, I can hurt. You can feel, I can feel. When you hate, it hurts, it stirs up hatred and it makes me angry. Most of all, it makes me pity you so. Do you have nothing better to do than to preach hate about a people for whatever reason you had? Why don’t you look for a job (if you’re unemployed)? Why don’t you learn a language (if you know nothing beneficial about other cultures)? Why don’t you help out in your local community?

Do something beneficial for the rest of humanity. Standing on the street, in a classroom, in the tube, wherever, preaching hate against an entire community will not get you anywhere but most likely, in prison. You’re not benefiting England nor are you benefiting the rest of your humanity. Talk to more people.

Open your mind and leave the hate behind. Humanity is not all bad. Don’t be the worst of it. If you have questions about my faith or anyone else’s, approach me or approach them but don’t be rude about it. Learn some respect. Have your manners in place. You can learn an immeasurable amount from other people, whether they share your beliefs or not. Don’t let your close-mindedness close your potential off to the rest of humanity. Leave it in the past and learn to love the people you once hated. They are your fellow humans and have done nothing to hurt you. Don’t paint everyone with the same brush and give every human a chance, regardless of their religion. Stop being so hateful and come back to humanity. Pick up your shreds of humanity, stitch them back together and learn to leave the days of referring to your hated group(s) as inhumane when it was you, was you who was once inhumane because hate was all you knew.

Leave the hate behind and return, return to humanity. Transcend labels to serve humanity for the greater good. Help others and be someone not of spite and evil, but love and value,

From an angry, upset, infuriated, distressed but most importantly, hopeful and approachable Muslim.

❤ Tanz


Note: I originally posted this piece on my blog on 16th March 2015 however accidentally deleted it when the WordPress app was on Portuguese on my phone :/ Alhmdhulillah, I managed to find it after nearly losing hope (it wasn’t on my hard drive- internal nor external, USBs or cloud!) so here you go. A note to other writers, content creators, etc., really, always back up your material!!! 🙂

Welcome Ramadan! :)

Assalamu alaikum (may peace be upon you) and hello, folks

So just writing this as a quick momento (I guess) for myself and also an insight for you, if you’re interested.

Yesterday was the first day of Ramadan, alhumdhulillah 🙂 Ramadan is a month in which the Holy Qur’an was revealed. During this month, Muslims fast from dawn until sunset and fasting is obligatory for all those who are able to fast. To fast during this blessed month is one of the five pillars of Islam- the other four are shahadah (declaration of faith), salah (5 daily prayers), zakat (2.5% annual donation of your wealth to charity, given during Ramadan) and Hajj (the pilgrimage that all Muslims again, who are able to should go on to the beautiful Makkah in Saudi Arabia). Ramadan is a beautiful month in which many people, including myself, strive to be better, though that is something we should be doing everyday. It is a month when unity is most definitely felt with people breaking their fasts together, more people praying together at night for longer periods of time than one usually sees and a month of blessings upon blessings. For those fasting and reading this right now, keep doing good but remember not everything needs to be advertised (message to myself first and foremost, of course). We should be hiding our deeds as we hide our sins.

Do hydrate yourselves at iftar and until suhur. Eat foods that are good for you. Pray for the less fortunate and every single human being. Some thought is that the first ten days of Ramadan are days of divine mercy, the second ten of Allah’s forgiveness and the remaining days for refuge from the Hellfire. As always, be considerate to those around you and give as much as you can to those in need, spread goodness and forbid evil. For more advice, check out this post I posted in Ramadan from a couple years ago:

May Allah bless us abundantly and forgive us for our sins. May we strive to be the very best versions of ourselves that we can be. May we be patient and generous with others. May we spread love and tolerance. May we be leaders in campaigning for the betterness of humanity and the environment. Ameen.

Alhumdhulillah, we have been blessed to have this Ramadan 2017. Let us make sure that our intentions are in the right place and renew them if they are not.

As always, much love, my dears.

Tanz ❤

A story of migration, one close to home

My dad was telling me about how he came to London last night. I always knew he’d worked in Saudi for ages but didn’t know the specifics. I never knew that the directions to the planes going out from Bangladesh had been mixed up so that he ended up in Dammam not Makkah. I didn’t know just HOW MUCH his third employer had transformed his life.They’re a very good family & love my dad a lot- yes, they’re in contact. This migration was before my parents met- my dad was only in ninth grade when he migrated, a stubborn but level-headed & dedicated child! I learned how essential Bengali networks were for him when in Saudi not just for employment but even for a home when he went to Makkah & how the kindness of many strangers made my dad feel at home in a country far away from his home and family which means a lot any time. After his 2nd contract ended with a US company (gardening near Jabal al-Nour!), contacts found him his third employer, a man my dad loves. This is in Jeddah,so after working for him for twelve yrs,dad hears from his parents at home-they want him to return & say it’s been too long. He tells his employer (kofil) & his wife that he needs to go home. They grant him leave but want him to return as they care for him. He goes home for two months, works for them for another two years before they let him leave for London where long story short, he meets my mum. Four years ago we went to Saudi as a family. I Googled (thank God for the internet) his employer as I thought looking him up was worth a try. I didn’t find him but I found his brother, who we called. My dad told him that he was a young man who used to work for his brother and the brother said he will pass the message on. Dude, as soon as he (the former kofil) found out, he called dad back! The excitement on both sides is unforgettable and around twenty years later, dad (now with his wife (my mum) & four kids, two of whom are teens- us) met his former employer in Jeddah. They’ve been in touch since and last spoke- around 5 days ago! 🙂

There’s so much more that’s missing from this post (this was a +3hr talk covering about two decades) but I learned so much more about my dad’s journey.

One message dad emphasised was not to rely on any one, be it your brother, sister, or parents as no one can always help you…or at all. I definitely agree!! Reliance upon Allah is also emphasised. One should rely on none but our Maker.

My grandad had one wish- to see London but he didn’t get to fulfil that. I asked dad about his wishes and now I have some new goals in mind  💪 Shhh 🙂 Before he answered with his goals, he kept saying how he’s doing everything for us, for our future. I said, but how about for you? Focus on you & tell me, dad. So much parents do both in the short & long term are for us,their children. It’s so important to have conversations to make sure they’re working towards their dreams too and when we are capable, we can help them reach them, in shaa Allah.

Heck, if you’ve the chance to help ANYone achieve their dreams, it’s a blessing for you & them. Do it. Let us be kind & help each other. I definitely think dad should write a book about the journey. I told him that too and he laughed. Hmm, one day, in shaa Allah 🙂 Subhan Allah, the way everything works out.

Colombia, te extraño

Wow, so this is definitely like a note to myself that I wanted to put out there. So, I’ve never been a huge fan of Romeo nor am I a fan right now. But and this is a big BUT, I used to complain about him a lot when I was in Colombia and I always used to recognise his voice when I was out and about. So hearing him now is bearable progressing from a time when I couldn’t stand the guy’s voice. Now, whenever I hear him, mostly good memories of Medellín come flooding back (and even of San Andrés and Cartagena) and though I’ve already been missing Colombia a lot, I can’t help miss it even more. Thank you, Romeo, for doing that 😄 I never thought that that would ever be the case. I am aware Romeo has little relation to Colombia but he is one of the distinctive voices I remember from before, during and now after my trip there!

Hope you’re all well.