Jesus in Islam: Messenger, Not God or Son of God

In the name of God, the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate.

In the holy Quran, Jesus, peace be upon him, is a prophet and a man, chosen by God to guide His people. God is far too great to have children, a thought that belongs only to human minds. God has no son. Jesus is not God, nor is he the Holy Spirit. He prayed to God, just as all the prophets did before him, including Moses and Abraham, peace be upon them. Every prophet turned to the one true God alone, seeking guidance, mercy, and forgiveness, submitting fully to His will. Everything Jesus did was by God’s command, just as Moses, Abraham, and all the other prophets carried out God’s plan. They never claimed divinity; they never asked anyone to worship them. They prayed only to God, just as we do. I reflect on the blessing of the Quran, the one holy book that has been perfectly preserved. Not one word will ever be changed. Thank you, God, for guiding me to this straight path, for opening my heart to Your truth, and for making everything so clear. Help me to always remember that all prayers, all devotion, and all gratitude belong to You alone, the one and only God.

My final whisper: O God, let me worship You and You alone. Keep my heart close to You, and guide me always on Your path.

Why I love my religion.

Why I Love Islam For 26 years, Islam has been my guide, my light, and my refuge. It has taught me patience, strengthened my faith, and shown me the beauty of prayer. It has honored me as a woman and given meaning to every part of my life: spiritual, personal, family, social, and beyond. Through Islam, I have learned to trust God completely, to surrender my heart to His wisdom, and to walk each day with clarity and peace.

My final whisper: When God leads you to the edge of the cliff, trust Him fully. Only one of two things will happen. Either He will catch you when you fall or He will teach you how to fly.

When the Heart Hurts but the Tongue Still Says Alhamdulillah

My goodness. The end of 2025 and this year have not been kind. As a Muslim woman we are taught to always say *Alhamdulillah*, even in hardship. Still, the pain is real and the grief is heavy. I was just told that my father in law passed away a couple of days ago. Hearing those words stopped me in my tracks. From the very first day I heard about him, my prayers have been with this man. Meeting him and speaking with him was truly a pleasure. He had a warmth and kindness that made you feel welcome right away. Those memories will always stay in my heart. One of the things that saddens me the most is that my son never truly got the chance to know his grandfather. We left when my son was only two years old, and I wish they could have had more time together. That thought weighs heavily on my heart. In times like this we hold onto faith. We remember that Allah is the Most Merciful and the Most Just. My prayer is that Allah forgives him, surrounds him with mercy, and grants him the highest place in Jannah. May Allah bring peace to his soul, comfort to our family, and patience to all of us who are grieving. Alhamdulillah always. Even through the tears. Even through the loss.

My final whisper: Ya Allah, please forgive him and shower him with Your endless mercy. Expand his grave with light and grant him the highest place in Jannah. Bring peace to his soul and patience to the hearts of those who love him. Protect our families and ease the suffering of all those who are grieving and oppressed around the world. Ameen.

The Loudest Opinions Often Come From the Least Experience

Sometimes the people who believe they know you the most are actually the ones who understand you the least. It is strange to watch people whisper about your life as if they are experts on it, repeating assumptions as if they were facts. The truth is that some of us have lived beyond the small walls others never leave. We have seen different places, met people from many cultures, and learned about faith and life through experience, not just opinions. Education does not only come from classrooms. It comes from living, traveling, listening, and seeking knowledge. It is easy to judge what you do not understand, but ignorance always reveals itself. If anyone feels the need to discuss my beliefs, my advice is simple. Learn first.

My final whisper: Travel. Listen. Open your mind. The world is much bigger than gossip, and knowledge will always expose ignorance.

A Morning “Hello” That Lasted a Lifetime

Güero, Mr. Castillo, you were family from the first hello. Every morning your cheerful “Hello, Kris!” brightened my day. You worked hard, laughed freely, and raised amazing kids who grew up alongside me. Though you passed on January 15, 2026, your voice stays with me, etched in memory. I know you’re with Jesus now, smiling, dancing with Mama Yoya and Mom. >

My final whisepr: Güero, may God, let you rest in peace. Your voice will stay with me always. I love you.

When Love Becomes Memory

The past six months have been a storm I never saw coming. Three hearts I loved, three souls I cherished, gone. First, my high school friend. Her battle with cancer ended in October 2025. Five years of fighting, five years of hope, all slipping through my hands. Then my sister’s biological father. A man she found peace with, a man I prayed she would understand and forgive. He left this world leaving memories and lessons wrapped in fragile threads of connection. And now my uncle, my father’s oldest brother, a piece of my family’s history, a part of my heart. I hold their memories close because nothing else can bring them back. And still I keep going, carrying the weight of what was and what can never be again.

My final whisper: Grief is heavy. It burns. It melts. And yet it forces me to feel every ounce of love I was lucky enough to know. Life feels sharper, emptier, and more precious all at once.

Ramadan Mubarak: Moonlit Blessings, Grateful Hearts, and the Strength Within

Ramadan Mubarak to my sisters and brothers around the world. As I sit and reflect, my heart feels so full. My son will, God willing, be 18 soon, and my daughter, inshaAllah, will be 32. Where did the years go? Watching them grow has been one of the greatest honors of my life. I am also blessed with a beautiful granddaughter who is truly the light of my life, and a wonderful son in law who brings so much goodness to our family. What a blessing. It has been almost 16 years since I moved back from the UAE, and that journey alone has been eye opening in ways I could never have imagined. Life has had its lessons, its challenges, and its growth, but through it all I remain thankful and deeply grateful for everything Allah has given me. I will try my best to be more active here because when I write my heart feels so much peace. There is something healing about putting thoughts into words. I have also picked up the beautiful habit of reading hard covered books again, and I truly enjoy my quiet life in my humble home with my son. Every chapter, every test, every joy has shaped who I am today. Alhamdulillah for it all.

My final whisper. Ya Allah, keep my heart soft and my home filled with barakah. Protect my children and my granddaughter. Let gratitude never leave me and peace stay close to my soul. Alhamdulillah for everything.