I’m not going to get into the past, and the countless times I’ve put my self in the same situation. I’ve been there, done that and to no avail. Apparently berating myself gets me no where.
Instead, I want to thank Hiddensouls for these words, now pasted on my bedroom wall.
For reminding me.
Imagine….
If Omar had feared failure
If Aisha has never asked
If Uthman has feared wealth
If Sulieman wasn’t confident
and in the face of death, Belal had given up.
I want to thank the people of America. For electing an African-American president.
For giving me hope.
And I want to thank Barack Obama. For having the courage to bring change and live up to his dreams.
For giving me back my dreams.
InshAllah, this time around will be different. In light of such reminders, how could it not be?
So I’ll be out for a while. Time to attend to the ‘real world.’ Pray for a sister 🙂
Souvenirs and Scars 
It’s as if you have read my mind!
What a beautiful and much needed post :’)
Jazakillahu khairan 🙂
🙂
Salaam Alaikum,
Oh nooo! I’ve just discovered your blog and I’ve really enjoyed reading through the archives, especially your descriptions of Syria. Anyway, may Allah swt grant you tawfique and sakina in achieving your dreams insha Allah and I hope you find time to update this blog from time to time.
Because ya Raab, I think I’ve broken.
What a lovely line. Poetry. Sigh. 🙂
Thank you all!
I’m still here. Just taking a break off for exams. As if I could leave, I can hardly keep away! I know, addicted much?
Anyhow God bless the blogosphere 😉
Shawna – I don’t know why your link comes back as inactive :/. I’ll have to try it with a proxy on or something, because this is getting ridiculous. Expect me sometime soon, inshAllah!