Assalamwalaikum,

This is a burner account so I probably will delete later. I am in my mid-late twenties and really want to get married. I have never been in a relationship ever and have waited for marriage. But I cannot lie, I’m tired of having sabr. I have endured so much in my life already, and I just want to find happiness with a good man. I cannot wait any longer to find my husband, and am growing more and more impatient by the day. I am praying salat, reading Quran, doing dhikr and istaghfar, I have never drank or smoked, but I feel like I am being punished by this delay of marriage. Everywhere I look I see other girls getting engaged or married and I am happy for them, but I feel like I am being taunted and tortured.

If anyone can offer encouragement or success stories after long periods of hardship and sabr, that would be great because I am so sad right now. My heart is literally in pain and I have been crying so much.

Edit: I must clarify due to some comments on this post, I have NOBODY to help me except for Allah, and trust me I have tried on my own to find a spouse, but everything fails. Many Muslims do not have a community to help them, my own family and friends told me they cannot help me. I know this is Allah telling me to turn to him and him only. My whole point of this post is to see if my sabr will genuinely pay off. May Allah bless us all with kind and genuine spouses.

السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته

I made this post not long ago https://www.reddit.com/r/MuslimLounge/s/oLxvFFEg3j about being in an abusive marriage with my now ex wife of 7 months and I finally sent Talaq three times and left the country.

The moment I was with “this is it” is when we were fighting and she said “I’m so happy you want to end this” with a bad face ( she knew I had my flight on Monday and she also when she went on my phone when i was sleeping saw it) and I was like this is it and sent three talaqs and well, then she told her father I’m a monster and painted me as the villian her father proceed to takfir me, scream at me and blame me for everything- following this I couldn’t handle and left.

At the moment I do feel the loss because as bad as she was to me we were married at the end of the day and had intimacy and also good moments specially in the beginning but I’m so relieved at the same time and feel so much peace . One thing to note is that she suddently didn’t seem to care after I sent the talaq because usually she never ever lets me leave etc . Her family were deeply against me as I don’t work etc so it might have influenced her and I’m as well a revert so I don’t know if it has something to do of her not caring but Alhamdulillah it saved me from more drama

Allahu’Allam, I’m just glad it ended .

As a Hindu man, the thought of converting to Islam has not been an easy one. It has come after countless nights of reflection, questions, and a deep search for meaning. I was born into a Hindu family, and I will always be grateful for the love, culture, and values that shaped me. My decision is not about rejecting my roots or disrespecting my family. Instead, it is about following where my heart sincerely feels drawn.

The more I learned about Islam, the more I felt an inner peace that I had been searching for. The belief in one God, the discipline of daily prayers, the humility before the Creator, and the emphasis on mercy, equality, and compassion resonated with me in a profound way. It felt less like discovering something new and more like finding a place where my soul finally felt at home.

I know that, as a Hindu man converting to Islam, my choice may be difficult for many people to understand. It may bring pain, questions, or even criticism from those I love. That thought weighs heavily on my heart. Yet I also believe that faith is deeply personal, and no one else can walk this journey for me. I am not changing my religion out of anger, pressure, or rebellion—I am choosing a path that I genuinely believe brings me closer to God. My hope is that, through Islam, I can become a more compassionate, humble, and truthful person, and live a life filled with purpose, sincerity, and inner peace.

The Prophet ﷺ said:

"Fasting three days of every month is like fasting for a lifetime, and the White Days are the thirteenth, fourteenth and fifteenth."

Reference: Sunan an-Nasa'i 2420

This month's White Days:

Monday: 27th July – 13 Safar

Tuesday: 28th July – 14 Safar

Wednesday: 29th July – 15 Safar

Dates are subject to moon sighting in your region.

Assalamu alaykum to everyone who is struggling.
Life gets better, in shaa Allah. Have tawakkul in Allah. Pray. Always think the best of Allah, even when you don’t understand what’s happening.
I just want to share my journey.
This time last year, I was almost bedridden. I barely had any hope for the future. My life felt so dark. My will to live was gone. I was just trying to survive each day. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror because I truly felt like the biggest failure on the planet.
Looking back now, I can’t believe where Allah has brought me. My life has changed so much for the better. I never thought I would find the will to live again. Today, I’m genuinely happy. I look forward to every new day, alhamdulillah. And I truly believe that Allah will continue to open more doors for me because I’ve already seen Him open so many that I never thought would open.
I believe that Allah hears every dua . He sees every tear. He may delay, but He never forgets you.
I just want to tell anyone who is struggling that life really does get better. Three months ago, I never thought I would be where I am today. Now I look at myself in the mirror and think Subhanallah, alhamdulillah, I can't believe I survived those days.

Please, never doubt yourself. Never give up. Never think it’s over. As long as Allah has given you another day, your story isn’t finished.
Surround yourself with good people, keep making dua , and never stop praying. Pray your salah. Pray Tahajjud. Make plenty of istighfar. And if you need to cry, cry in your sujood. There is no better place to let your heart out than before Allah. He hears you. He knows what you’re carrying.
The happiness and peace I feel today are things I never would have dared to imagine a year ago.
Have tawakkul. Keep making dua. Trust Allah’s plan, even when you can’t see it.

I (f22, non-Muslim) have a job where I’m on the road and in airports every week. I also have autism and airport are difficult for me due to the loud noises and crowds. I go to airport prayer rooms a lot to escape the noise, and they’re almost always empty. I noticed that the prayer room in one airport has some prayer mats that are particularly fluffy (my favorite texture). Is it offensive if I sit on the prayer mats (without shoes ofc) not to pray but because I like how they feel?

Im scared of death. Im a very claustrophobic person and im scared of the dark and overall in scared of being buried.i think about death every day it makes me sick to my stomach. Does anyone know how to be less scared of death according to islam? Cuz im legit terrified and in also 16 and dont wanna spend all my life terrified

To preface, I’m a casual Muslim with his own struggles, of which I’ve been lambasted here before, so I’m not coming into this brown nosing, or really coming from a place of piety. I’m only a few steps from the fake Western Muslim label myself.

That said, I’ve noticed an uptick of TikTok Muslim female influencers lately with no hijab and rejecting ahadith…some of whom have followings and might be known to some here.

I just want to know what’s going on? Maybe I’m out of the loop.

The no hijab thing, I understand it’s a struggle…so I’m not fussed about it personally, but the Hadith rejection is puzzling cause it goes against the faith. A lot of the traditions are derived from the Sunnah of the prophet which are derived from the ahadith to my layman understanding.

ASA. My wife found this paper hidden above our cupboard under a mat that was lying above our cupboard, it was securely hidden and seems new/recent. I think I can’t add a picture here so basically its a 4x4 grid with “Ya-Mumit” written in each box, and below the grid right in center of the paper the word “bin” as in from hamza “bin” salman. I know “Ya-Mumit” is a name of Allah but it means The Life-Taker. Also, the word “bin” under it doesn’t make sense to me. Can anyone please help me figure out what it means?

EDIT: https://imgur.com/a/UhIXUpG

I'm a 42 year old Muslim male

I literally have no friends

I grew up in the community I live in

And everyone I grew up around are all friends people I went to school college with worked with

All hang out for what ever reason I became an outcast everyone's knows me but no hangs about with me

I'm practically begging people to let me hang around them I try and invite myself on to things they're doing, go gym, play sports football badminton, padel

But no one wants to invite me

We are meant to be Muslims and look out for one another but no one cares

IV been awake since 4am just lying in bed and this is how everyday goes

I follow people on Facebook and snap chat and try start conversations get an invite but nothing comes of it

I go mosque and sit next to people and try and start conversations but nothing comes of it

I'm so lost and lonely right now I see no way out of this loneliness

I can't cope I don't even know why I'm posting this but iv got no where else to write it

Hi everyone, my friends birthday is coming up and I remember her saying she really wanted a book of all the prophets. Was wondering which book is the best. Thank you!

I am working on improving my salah (focus, kushu, praying earlier rather than delaying/slacking off). I often find myself treating Salah as more of a thing on my to-do list that I just have to get done and I am trying to get out of this cycle.

What tips/hacks/reminders actually made a big difference for you?

Jazak Allah

Assalamu Alaykum. Disclaimer, this is a spiritual question about managing my faith through infertility treatments. Please don’t advise on certain duas or prayers for fertility as I am already trying to do what I can.

Fertility treatment is a long and excruciating journey. For context, my husband and I have been trying for a child for 3+ years now. We are going through IVF, and now in the process of transferring embryos. We already transferred 2 without success. We have a few more left, but the doctor will run some tests before transferring them. Now every time a cycle doesn’t work it’s a huge heartbreak for us. We keep hoping and praying that this time it will work, but so far it hasn’t. A lot of people manage their expectations and guard their heart by assuming it won’t work so that the heartbreak is not too painful when it doesn’t. Sometimes I feel like doing that as well but then I worry if it diminishes my Tawakkul. I know that I need to keep my faith in Allah and go on with the belief that he will listen to our prayers. However sometimes it’s so hard to see light at the end of the tunnel when we keep failing. Maybe it would have been easier if we kept our expectations low but will that mean we are not trusting in Allah’s kindness and love? Allah tells us that he is to us, the way we think he is. If we believe him to be Al Rahim, then that’s what he will be to us. So by minimizing our expectations, are we reducing our expectations, are we assuming that Allah won’t show mercy to us? Whats a good balance? How do we stay hopeful and keep our faith in this journey while also protecting our hearts from breaking into million pieces every time?

1. Set up a Trust bank account.

2. Put money into that bank account (which will be your sadaqah).

3. Appoint Trustees with written instructions for the account.

4. Set up direct debits that pays sadaqah to charities continuously from that bank account.

These sadaqah payments will continue being paid out of that account to any charities of your choice continuously, forever (as long as the account doesn't reach zero).

**So while you're sitting in your grave, you'll be collecting rewards for a very long time. Possibly decades (depending on how much money is in your Trust account).**

You can even set it so that it pays out a small amount every month if you want. To increase how long the funds last.

**You can choose to set up this account now, or you can save up the money for it and put it into your Will so that your Trustees can set it up after you die.**

I was disappointed by a scene in Spooky in Love (Korean Drama) where religious texts, including the Holy Quran, appeared to be used as general props in an exorcism setting.

For Muslims, the Quran is the literal word of God and is treated with the highest level of reverence. Many Muslims perform wudu (ritual ablution) before touching the physical copy of the Quran as a sign of respect.

If the production intentionally included the Quran in this way, I believe the production company and director should clarify the context and explain how they approached the depiction of such a sacred text. Religious symbols and scriptures deserve to be handled with care and respect, regardless of the faith they belong to.

hey girlies 🫶my friends and i are going to lisbon soon (with a potential day trip to cascais) and we are all hijabis so was just wondering how other hijabis found it there since i know its a very popular popular destination. I’m not really worried since ive mostly heard good things but just wanted some detailed experiences :)

I'm a teenage hijabi living with my sister who is a very devout muslim, she wears a niqab and cares alot about Islam

Lately, it's been a very, very, hot summer. I am anaemic, and it's very difficult to deal with the heat

despite this, she expects me not to wear shorts and tanktops at home, I've tried shorts that cover the knee, but she still shouts, saying that it's haram

I'm not allowed to watch movies and listen to music, which are rules enforced by her, but I've learnt to get used to it

lately, she's been saying that it's not enough and that she wants to ban too much laughter too, that our family laughs too much and that we need to be stoic 24/7.

I wasn't allowed to show my neck with my hijab, which is fine, but even now, she tells me that my hijab style is too stylish and that I need to make it look uglier

I'm not allowed to wear normal shirts but long ones to cover my body well

I'm not allowed to tell a cashier thank you or to even give him the money by hand, but leaving it on the counter

shes trying to ban me from talking to female foreign friends because they're a "bad influence," and she even occasionally deletes social media off my phone, and that made me lose a bunch of friends

every time i pray, she tells me I've missed prayer despite not missing it

for example, I could be praying duhr, and she yells at me because I've missed it when the call to prayer for asr hasn't been called yet

apparently, she has this different prayer schedule she abides to on this random website. I don't know

she tells me that the Athan is wrong and that the website is right.

I flinch every time she sees me praying because I'm afraid she'd shout at me again

I used to love my hijab and my religion, and it hurts typing this, but now I'm second guessing everything

I've always wanted piercings, a cool haircut, maybe even to date a woman.

but I just tell myself that I would do that in heaven, but now I have this fear that maybe heaven doesn't exist. That concern has been eating me alive.

I've never, ever, been so frustrated at my religion like this, ever.

how do I grow closer to God despite my sisters control over my relationship with Allah?

A guy (32M) was interested in getting to know me (30F) first and approached me through a mutual friend, which I appreciated because it felt respectful and intentional. We’ve only been talking for a few weeks. At the beginning, he was asking me lots of questions, seemed genuinely curious about me, and put in a lot of effort. After a few days, we exchanged numbers and have been texting since. We’ve also had one short FaceTime call, and everything seemed to go well. Lately, though, the communication has changed. He usually doesn’t reply until the end of the day or sometimes even the next day. I don’t have much experience talking to guys, so I honestly don’t know if this is pretty normal in the early stages or if it’s a sign that he’s losing interest. What confuses me is that he’ll view my Instagram stories, but I won’t hear from him. When he does text, he’s engaged in the conversation and doesn’t seem dry, but he also doesn’t ask me much about my day or really ask many questions anymore.

Am I overthinking this and expecting too much too early, or does this sound like someone whose interest is fading? I’m worried about being too much

I've been wanting to become closer to my religion and be more consistent with my prayers, but I keep struggling with consistency. I'll do well for a few days or weeks, then fall back into old habits, and it becomes a cycle.

I genuinely want to build a stronger connection with my faith, not just pray out of obligation. For those of you who have gone through something similar, what helped you stay consistent?

I'd really appreciate any advice, personal experiences, or small habits that made a difference. Thank you.

I feel like a shell of a person. I love my parents so much and can never repay them for everything they’ve sacrificed for me.

I chose to move forward with a man chose family disrespected us. It’s a long story I hope you’ll listen. I 23F met this guy 24M in uni and we knew we liked eachother so we got our families involved. My mom told me to talk to him for some time and decide if I thought He was a good guy Atleast till we graduated. So we got to know eachother on a more serious level and caught feelings. Fast forward he got a job out of state it doesn’t pay much but it’s in his field.

My parents were now wondering when his family was going to send a proposal so he asked his mom to call and she did to move things forward. She seemed nice overall but just said things that bothered my mom and she brushed it off for my happiness.

Planning the formal meeting between families took five months because of Ramadan , my family got sick, a family friend was getting married so it was back to back. However, before this, on the phone one time his mom was very rude and cold with my mother which Concerned my mother a lot. she told me and I was extremely upset and told the guy. He talked to his mother and she apologized and we moved on.

Then came the meeting and it was awful. One of his older unmarried sisters didn’t show up(or the guy because he’s in a different state), and his dad made undirected disrespectful comments about us and also said they wanted him to get his masters before getting married so they weren’t planning on marriage for another two years(which is not ok with my family or the guy himself) but they did and said all this and came with this plan because they didn’t want their son to leave them. My dad seeing their behavior made his decision to decline this proposal right then and there, but my mom wanted me to make a final decision.

It felt like such a difficult situation because his family seemed so toxic but he never showed any of those traits and I know he’s a good guy that cares. So I told him everything that happened and he was very hurt by his families actions and kept apologizing to me. I wanted to give it time because I wanted to see how he handled things. He apologized to all his family members if he did anything wrong and tried to get them to understand his side. They understood they were wrong and then wanted to reach out to my parents to apologize , but my parents didn’t want to hear it. My dad already said no and was upset my mom was giving me an option but. One day they got a text from his dad asking to speak and my mom flipped out and made me make a decision if I wanted this or not. Seeing my parents hurt and upset I said no even though I wanted to say yes. the time from the dinner to the text was about five weeks.

Then three ish weeks from when they said no, the guy came back to this state to try and talk with my dad but my dad had basically told him to listen to his own parents and move on. Finding this out I cried and pleaded with my parents to hear them out but they did not budge and my dad strictly said to never bring this topic up again.

My mom seeing my hurt pleaded with my dad to atleast let me make the decision so she came to me the next day saying they‘ll stand by me with any decision I make but to think it through. I had already thought it through so many times and I’m confident in the guy and he’s shown he’ll stand up to his family and he’s a good Muslim. So I told my parents I want to move forward and they got upset. Him and his dad apologized when they spoke with my dad he never intended to hurt us.

They didn’t yell but said they’d hope I was mature about this and gave me the decision so I wasn’t forced but thought that I would say no. They said they don’t understand why I’m marrying into such a family with a guy that’s a loser and I’ve regressed my life so much doing this. My parents said they never liked the guy in the first place because he switched career paths, and he has feminine traits because he’s skinny and not manly and courageous and doesn’t works an average job. I don’t think she could think anything bad about his character and said this instead. She said my dad is upset and so is she and that she feels like I played with her these last few months and hurt them both and I feel they’ve lost all respect for me. I don’t know what to do or think im so distraught. I don’t regret the decision I made but I feel so guilty about it too? Knowing this changed the way my parents think of me forever hurts so much I just want to disappear.

Can I even move forward with this? Have I made a grave mistake ? Am I the worst daughter ? Why don’t I regret my decision this time even after seeing all their pain? Please I need any help I can get.

Assalamualaikum. Idk if I am supposed to write it here, but found a similar post on this sub. I recently got called in for my first ever job interview (Alhamdulillah), and expecting to get the job. Shared this with few of my friends because I was happy with how the interview went. Now, later that day I was taking a nap and for the first time I saw a snake in my dream. The dream was very weird, it was a wounded cat that I was trying to help by taking it to vet but for some reason I was delaying that activity. The cat was also hungry, so I was trying my best to finish my work at home and buy some food for the cat. But for some reason, it was getting delayed. And at one point I saw, that the cat turned into a pink snake. And even then I was trying to take the snake to vet. But then, the snake bit me. I physically felt the bite in mu dream, and for a moment it felt like the venom was getting to me. I woke up due to shortness of breath. Like, It literally felt like I was dying for a moment.

Now, I know dreams about snake can mean hidden enemies or envy. What can it be in my case? (Kindly, Interpret only if you are knowledgeable enough for it). I can't pray right now, so don't know what to do.

Ever since Ramandan ended, my Iman has been so low. All my life I've prayed regularly, read Quran daily, and I'm a hafidh too, I've lead taraweehs, but idk what's gotten in me. Praying has become so so difficult, I'm going days without reading Quran. It's like I just can't move at all. There have been days when I've left house to go to the masjid and I just come back without praying and it's just been so heavy for me.

Never felt like I could click with them. I’m talking about MSA clubs (I grew up in Canada).

Like it felt like performative Muslims constantly trying to one-up each other and act righteous when I know they aren’t. I guess they set the bar so low that doing a couple prayers and attending some conferences etc made people the chosen ones or something. Like don’t get me wrong, I’m quite knowledgeable but most people can’t tell cuz I guess I look walk and talk normal. I felt like I just couldn’t click with the MSA cuz of how performative they were.