Author Archives: Safaa Baig

Lessons from a missed flight

They had waited 6 weeks to see each other.                                                                                   They had anticipated this reunion over 19 weeks of separation.                                     She was going to surprise him with homemade cookies.                                                     He had a surprise or two awaiting her too.                                                                                   They were finally going to meet at a transit stop headed home.                                           They planned to catch up over all the lost time during their 13 hour flight together.

They planned and Allah planned.                                                                                                       And indeed Allah is the Best of Planners.                                                                                   He flew off, whilst she stayed behind.  Continue reading

Carpe Diem

‘In the hopes of reaching the moon men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet.’ – Albert Schweitzer

Too often, we dream about the future and we create imaginary fairytales in our mind of what our future will hold. Or we live in the past and yearn to zap ourselves back in time to our carefree, childhood days. We wish we could escape the present somehow. Because happiness is not here, it’s there.

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Magnificence of the Qur’an

During my Linguistics studies, I came upon something pretty amazing, and thought I’d share it with you…

In Linguistics, it is commonly understood that translation from one language to another is complicated; in that, no language can ever fully depict the essence and magnificence of another language, whether it be the culture, ideologies, or simple nature intrinsically present within that language. Poetry, is even more complex, forget that, it’s said to be impossible

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What if, you could have any superhero power in the world? What would you choose?

Gosh, that’s a hard question. Speed of lightning, superhuman strength, invisibility, teleportation, telekinesis, optic blast, enhanced healing, shape-shifting, time-traveling, telepathy, flight, enhanced hearing, x-ray vision…

Okay, just hold on; just give me a moment to think. I really need to digest this all. I mean, you have no idea how mega this is. This is super mega.  Sorry what? What was that you just said?

What if, you already have a superpower? 

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Why I write

Ask my friends and they’ll tell you I’m a storyteller by nature.

Every once in a while, I meet someone amazing and the same thought pops into my head each and every time.

“I’m going to write their story.”

It doesn’t always happen like that though. Sometimes I’m hit by a good old classic plot. [And imaginary voices begin to fill my head]. I can still vividly remember the first time I was hit by one. It was wondrous and uplifting and filled me with a bubbly fizz of excitement [sort of like when you’re about to scare the life out of someone]. I imagined all the scenarios play out in my head, like it was happening in real life. I felt the strong, emotive feelings of the characters as if they were a part of me, as if I had known them for a lifetime. I laughed with them, I cried with them [It’s really not as creepy as it sounds]. I saw them crack jokes and tease one another, always able to put a secret smile on my face [not ideal when you’re in a public gathering]; a smirk all too knowing of the workings of their relationships.

I felt dizzy with excitement. These people, these ‘characters’ lived in my mind constantly. [Okay, so maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration]. But as the plot thickened and as thoughts flooded my mind, I knew I had to share these stories. How amazing it would be to step into the life of another, on the other end of the planet, and experience their emotions, their circumstance and their perspective.

I believe books are life-changing. I believe books have the power to stimulate minds and touch hearts, to introduce new perceptions and ways of thinking, to challenge preconceived notions and ideals, and sometimes, every once in a while, to utterly and completely change one’s outlook on life.

This is what I want to achieve.

I write because I want to make a change. I want to inspire a monumental difference in the world. I want to touch the hearts of those whom I may or may never meet. I want to share the phenomenal stories of those heroes who have touched my heart. I want to give hope to those who are lost. And above all else, I want to share Islam with people of every age range, of every belief system and in every sphere of life.