heart is suspended here, with the blade of the butcher's knife as it rises into the air, spinning and swaying with laughter around me, falling onto the whetstone, making its frictions a whine in my marrow.
- Say a prayer for the Prophet.
You wouldn't believe what I witnessed, for we were in the days of Eid.
The reality is that the Egyptian street was aware of this since President Morsi began ruling the country. However, this awareness was difficult for the public to accept as they yearned for stability. As months passed, there was no escaping the truth which was hidden within – Egypt was being ruled from the Muslim Brotherhood's
In the hustle and bustle of daily life, the pilgrimage remains a journey of life, a journey of believers towards peace, purification, and monotheism. My experience this year was different, filled with timeless moments and profound meanings.
My journey began the moment I set foot on the soil of Medina, where the sun rose to start a new day
Why did the citizen start to feel the weakness of the regime, let alone the control of the Muslim Brotherhood over the presidency for the benefit of its members? This was clear when the streets were abandoned. As a citizen, I know there are thugs and I know you don't have the ability to deter them. You, as a president, should not justify
As the season of high school results approaches, and the atmosphere is charged more with sorrow and tears than joy and laughter, comes advice such as: "Do not grieve, do not object to God's decree". They are confident that sadness and crying mean doubt, which is inconsistent with certainty.
When our prophet Jacob - peace be
