Morning blues.

She can't cater to this dejection mode always.

We all have that one person whom we point to, to owe our mistakes to. Usually they're mothers.

The socks go missing, the child starts to throw tantrums, the food uncooked or not ready, no updation of the crockery or wardrobe, jobless son; bang! "It's all her fault! She didn't rear them up well!"

Could be true, yes. Some mothers are really pathetic. But I focus today on those mothers who try to be mainstream and couldn't because they never heard it from these nosy population that "habeebthiiii, you can♥"

It is so naive that we as a society take care of the physical sickness more enthusiastically than the mental health care. The poor thing with all her might, could be trying to make a better sandwich but surely there'll be politics within the home, let alone the outside world, on how a bad cook she's!

Agreed, some of you won't take everything emotionally. Some of you might reiterate with a stronger accusation when they're told, "you're a failure!". Some can handle comparisons and are competitive. Some can bathe in sarcasm and still wake up the next day afresh.

For some, these can be a bridge that slide them to the side of pessimism. For some, that'll be the last statement that would make them believe, that indeed they're a failure and can't success in their life. You might have seared a knife info the heart of this dejected individual while you carelessly tossed some rude comments.

Listen. People out there could be depressed and you can never make it out unless you be through that difficulty yourself.

It's a habit that one's neurotransmitters produce due to lack of some vitamins. We're a set of cells and organelles and we function chemically yeah?

That. For some, this chemistry gets messed up and they need to properly be supplemented with healthy nutrients that'll aid these reactions in their body.

I don't want to confuse you with these big talks; but if you ever happened to read this article, do me a favor and be nice to your wives and family. Be a person who'd help someone in stress and anxiety and gift them your energetic smile that would encourage in them a sense of positivity.

Don't be a darned evil individual who messes with an already deranged soul.

Show mercy so that you be shown mercy.

Hey Pretty One.

I remember you as a well covered lad seeking out the blessings from above. You used to be enthusiastic about the length of that kurti and conscious about exposing the shape of your bosom. There was a wedding night ahead on you, when you went on all fours before the mirror adjusting the duppatta to look modest.

What happened to that God fearing you?

Know what?

On some days the way you carried yourself reminded me of Jannah and Jahannam. Made me conscious of the fact there's a Rabb who reward us for our hasanaat and punish us for our sayyi-aat. A text message from you used to be a reminder to fear Allah and to be mindful of our duties to Him سبحان وتعالى.

*How come you sin openly these days?*

No lying, social media overtook me as well. But I see you these days pouting, covering yourself in pancakes, shamelessly clicking your pictures with your college mates, instantly updating whatsapp stories and not being mindful about the harms you're exposing yourself into.

*What's wrong with you?*

Okay, I understand you've only "girls" in your contact list. These girls could have brothers, yes? It takes less than a minute to go screenshot- attach-send, yes?

Okay, fine. She has no brothers. Have you forgotten who're the most severely punished on the day of judgement? Picture makers.

Why, my sister?
Why ?

I heard yesterday two news of death. One was, 24-ish, lost her prematurely delivered little one after her C section. Another died of a heart attack (apparently, الله اعلم) after delivering- she was twenty and the little one should be clueless without the mother.

I ask you, you forgot the Hijaab, you forgot the severity of Jahannam, you hugged and giggled and pulled hands with ajnabi men, who promised YOU a tomorrow?

How many more days would you strut in that tight clothes coloring the wistful eyes of men giving them wet dreams?

How many more days would you dress to please others and forget that there's a Rabb who reward you for observing proper, loose clothing?

How many more mirror trials would you need, Ya ukthi, to imitate the mothers of believers?

I agree, being trendy, flashy, tech savvy and insta freak is all quite exciting. Perhaps you can remember every day when the light goes out at night, the status of the Qabr you'd be put into one day.

Would it be spacious and lit like those of أصحاب الجنة or would it be tight and dark, the likes that أصحاب النار would have?

Think. Change. Today.

May Allah bless you.