Monthly Archives: June 2009

My Private Parts

Although I didn’t take this photo, I did see it on the way to Vancouver and laughed my ass off. Seriously, I almost drove right off the road. HilARIOUS!!

If you’re not getting it, that’s okay. Cause this is for all y’all who insisted on calling me Wally – although you spelt it Waleee. Anyway: Enjoy!!

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Trials and Tribulations

It’s always eye-opening to see other people struggle with obstacles you’ve successfully overcome. You’re torn with wanting to help them and a deep understanding gained only through experience that it’s something they have to experience it themselves. Like metal must pass through fire in order to be tempered into a final, strong product, so too do certain trails have to be experienced in order to emerge wiser and stronger.

So all you can do is offer your own experiences and hope they come out of it for the better….

On a positive note, it’s also highlighted how far I’ve come along. Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.

EDIT
Umm, obviously the title was meant to read trials and tribulation, not trails and tribulations… iTypo! my badd =)

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Lifehouse Love

I would fall asleep
Only in hopes of dreaming
That everything would be like it was before
But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting
They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor

<33 lifehouse!!

Jogging with music is beautiful. You can’t hear the smack of your feet on the pavement or your harsh breathing. The world, constantly present and demanding, is held at bay, distant and hauntingly silent. It’s like you’re suspending in time, insulated in the music that surrounds you, pumping through your veins. You float along, leaving your past behind, finding meaning in the strain and lyrics.

This ‘counting the blessings’ and ‘enjoying each day’ thing is amazing. It reminds me to be thankful all the time. To take the time to look at all my accomplishments and pat myself on the back rather than beating myself up over the things I didn’t have the time for. Alhamdulillah. The first steps are always the hardest, but it gets easier with time, eh?

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My Precious

MY MUM IS HERE!! Yay =)

And she bought me all these bee-you-tee-ful abayas. And I kinda told a few friends that they could have a look at them and maybe buy some. But I think I changed my mind. They’re GORGEOUS. Stunning. Mine. My precious.

Here come da women. Da women in black 😉

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On Theft and Teaching

I bought a yoga ball. I left it by my car while I walked off – literally 2 meters away – to grab something.

I came back and there was no yoga ball in sight. But my car was still there, alhamdulillah.

=(

I was really looking forward to starting today. Ugh. And I’m finding it very, very hard not to curse your thieving ass, whoever you may be. Ughhh.

On another note, work rocks. This kid, T, is so cute! He’s always like “ugh, my hand hurts! I’m going to use my nother hand for a while!” LOL.

And I have a feeling he may be borderline pathophobic. He’s constantly complaining of what aches, or hurts. He starts off his day with “Hi. I’m okay. I’m kind of feeling tired, because I slept at 20 minutes yesterday….” *makes this aren’t I so cool and rebellious? face* or “my throat’s scratchy, so I’m going to drink water all day, okay? and then I probably have to use the bathroom.” *dead serious face*  But it’s sooooo cute!

Alhamdulillah =)

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Wordless longings

“… I saw the rows of students praying, the boys in front and the girls at the back. At sunset I would sit and watch them praying. They held me still with their slow movements, the recitation of the Qur’an. I envied them something I didn’t have but I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t have a name for it. Whenever I heard the azan in Khartoum, whenever I heard Qur’an recited I would feel a bleakness in me and a depth and space would open up, hollow and numb. I usually didn’t notice it, wasn’t aware that it existed. Then the Qur’an heard by chance on the radio of a taxi would tap into that internal sluggishness, nudge it like when my feet went to sleep and I touched them. They felt fat and for them to get back to normal, for me to be able to move my toes again, they would have to first crunch with pins and needles… Afterwards… I felt that same bleakness in me. I became aware of that hollow place. Perhaps that was where the longing for God was supposed to come from and I didn’t really have it.”

Minaret 134-135

For the longest time, this passage would have summed up my life. I felt that wordless longing. I was consumed with yearning for something I couldn’t put to words. Yet for all that I wanted it, I knew that I couldn’t have it. It wasn’t for me. And I wasn’t made for it.

But, alhamdulilah, after many trials and tribulations I became that person. Or, more accurately, I found that person in me, where she had been lying dormant all along. I’m still struggling of course, because really, aren’t we all always? But that yearning has changed. It’s no longer wordless. I know what it is, and I know that I’ve finally caught the end of the string. All that’s left is the task of unravelling it, bit by bit. Patience and determination is all it takes, inshAllah.

Some people I had hoped would support certain decisions in my life, turned their backs on me, rejecting the path I’d chosen. And others, people I had expected to never understand, stood by me, strong and steadfast. Non-muslims, people distant from the deen. There’s a lesson to be learnt, subhanAllah.

And sometime I fear I overwhelm others with my enthusiasm. Today’s stats? 1 in every 6 people are currently starving to death. I was going through some blogs, and I was shocked by pics of only five moths ago, soon forgotten, or at least, delegated to the backs of our consciousness. Gaza under siege. The people of Swat. Of Uganda. Of Africa. Of Sudan. Of.. of… of; a never ending list. Rampant crimes and abuse in Canada, in America. Drug wars in Mexico. There are many, many more. Too many to list. And yet we’re preoccupied with our selfish consumerism, and our materialism.

This girl inspired me today. So young, mashAllah, only 18, but she cut down drastically on her meat intake – only fish for two years! – because she read that if people in developed countries would do so, they’d support the economies of the developing countries. They export wheat, and grain products, so increasing your consumption of these foods, helps them. SubhanAllah! She was 16 when she started. What vision!!

For an idea about today’s lesson, given by another sister JAK for her amazing idea, check this out:

So far the lessons have been mainly about the nafs (ego/soul) and the heart. Today we set S.M.A.R.T goals. InshAllah, I pray I’m doing right by these girls =/.

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Conflicting points of view: where you see white, I see black.

Israel: Road map to nowhere.
Aijaz Zaka Syed (arab news)

Former US President Jimmy Carter is one of those rare birds who have retained their humanity even after four years in the world’s most powerful job. The architect of the first Arab-Israel peace accord was moved to tears when he visited the ruins of Gaza this week, comparing the condition of the Palestinians to “worse than animals.”

compared to:

Jimmy Carter’s Middle East Tour
Paul Kujawsky (examiner.com)

Former U.S. President Jimmy Carter is almost beyond understanding. He is trained in nuclear physics, yet when it comes to the Middle East, he’s no rocket scientist. A self-proclaimed champion of human rights, he invariably cozies up to dictators and thugs—no tyrant is too repulsive to embrace. Too intelligent and too experienced to be genuinely naïve, too consistent to be forgiven as erratic or bumbling, one can only conclude that he is driven by ideology. Like so much of the illiberal Left, Carter thoughtlessly favors the “small and weak” over the “big and strong,” instead of asking more pertinent questions of “right” or “wrong.” If a group portrays itself as the victim of “neo-colonialism,” “occupation,” or “racism,” Carter will take up its cause, no matter how vile its principles or conduct.

interesting…

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