A big family is not only about sharing the same home, but about sharing kindness and support, so without any hesitation, I can say that GIO is not just an organisation but a big family. A family where everyone has a similar way of thinking and every single person is on a journey to learn something new. It all started when my grandmother, who is a member of the jamad, sent me a message showing a picture of a residential camp, and little did I know that this simple message woul

Walking an Islamic path alone comes with its own subtle challenges. When you are not surrounded by people your age who remind you, correct you, and encourage you, it becomes easy to drift. Motivation fades. Discipline weakens. And sometimes, we lose direction too. The presence of jama’ah and shared growth brings steadiness to that path, and being part of such a space allowed me to experience that truth more consciously. GIO is a place where we learn about Islam together and s

Every meaningful journey begins with a single step. Mine began when I joined the Girls Islamic Organisation (GIO). What started as curiosity soon became one of the most profound and transformative experiences of my life. Today, GIO is not merely an organisation to me; it is a platform that shaped my understanding of Islam, strengthened my faith, and guided me toward becoming a confident and responsible Muslim girl. When I first became part of GIO, I was unsure of what to expe

At the age of sixteen, my parents enrolled me in CIO classes, which later led me to continue in GIO. At that time, I did not fully understand how important that decision would become in my life. Today, I look back with gratitude for that beginning. I still remember my first class on Surah Asr, taught by Janab Basheer from JIH Coimbatore. From that day until my Akhirah, I remain grateful for the lesson I learned. That class taught me the value of time and responsibility. Alham

Before I learned how to speak confidently, lead or even teach, before I cared about being noticed, appreciated, or applauded, I learned how to think. How to question myself before questioning the world. How to choose intention over impulse. Think. Comprehend. Interpret. Introspect. Conscientise. Act. Retrospect. This isn’t a quote I like. It’s how I live. When life pushes me to hurry, this slows me down. When emotions take over, this brings me back. It reminds me that not eve

My journey with GIO began long before I understood what it truly meant. I was around three years old when I started accompanying my mother to the summer camps where she took classes. At that age, I was too young to speak properly, but my eyes quietly observed everything around me. I remember sitting there, watching the elder sisters attentively listening to the classes, carefully noting down points, their faces filled with seriousness and love for learning. The most exciting

When I look back to where my journey in GIO started, I see a small, timid girl in her third grade, who felt overwhelmed by those around her, not knowing what to do. She only knew that it was an Islamic class for youngsters, but they were all older than her, prepared with a note and a pen, none of which she held. It took her some time to realise that she was in a place too advanced for her grade, and her parents decided to send her to a class for kids of her age group. Living

When I was eight years old, I began attending GIO classes. At that age, I didn’t truly understand what the classes were or how important they would become in my life. I simply went because my mother sent me. I attended without realizing the purpose, without knowing that I was stepping into a journey that would shape who I am today. Now, Alhamdulillah, I am eighteen years old. Looking back, it has been almost ten years of walking alongside GIO. It feels as though I have grown