Writings by Rabeea Sangani

  “Mom…..mommy “Aisha yelled with all her strength as she returned from school and didn’t find her mother in the lounge. ‘Here I am, up in the study’ replied Aisha’s mother, not a lady of steel or iron, but a lady of books. She wasn’t like any of those conventional readers whom you see buying books mindlessly and picking everything from the shelf out there .Neither was she the one to spend nights on popular fiction and be one of those who actually bought the million copies sold. Few authors she trusted. Fewer books, she picked. Aisha, her only daughter, loved to listen to the timeless tales from the collection of books selected with immense care and thoughtfulness. Wait for me, I am coming’ said Ayesha. Aisha climbed the stairs in a hurry- before her mother decides to exit the study-and quickly searched for her mother in the myriad of books that had enveloped the second-floor from bottom to top. There, she saw her mother sitting on an old wooden chair, holding a book that s...

Assalamoalaikum, and a happy independence day. Alhumdulillah, Throughout my journey of learning Arabic, I have been getting opportunities to prepare some short writeups in Arabic. The following writeup, that you may read ahead, holds a special place in my heart and I have been waiting for independence day to post this. However, before you expect anything big, I shall tell you that this is an extremely short writeup and has got more to do with my enthusiasm to write something in Arabic rather than creating a fine piece. Putting it out on record is my attempt to save it here and share something unique with my readers.  اِسْتَقَلَّ باكِستان و ظَهَرَ على خَرِيْطَةِ العَالَمِ في أربعَةَ عَشَرَ أغسطُسْ سَنَةَ ألفٍ و تِسْعِ مِائَةٍ و سَبْعٍ و أربَعِين قبلَ ذلك, كان باكستان و هند بَلَدًا واحِدًا, فبِسَبَبِ جُهُوْدِ عُلَمَاءِأهلِ السنةِ و مُؤِسِّسِ باكستان محمد علي جناح تَخَلَّصَ المسلمون مِنْ حُكُومَةِ الكُفّارِ و بَدَؤُوا يَعِيْشُوْنَ في بَلَدِهِم المُسْتَقِل قبلَ التَأسِيْسِ, سَكَنَ مُتَ...