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Saturday, April 30, 2011

Day 3 - Your parents.

My parents are two completely different people. There is only one common denominator I've seen in both - really, really huge hearts.

Baba is just one of a kind. If he wasn't our Baba I don't know what we'd do. More or less everything worthwhile I've done in my life is because of Baba's efforts. I cannot even begin to describe his personality, it is just so diverse, but I will use one word for him, which fits him perfectly - simultaneous. He heats up pretty quickly, but absolutely cannot see anyone hurting. He is incredibly responsible & organized about his day to day schedules but unorganized about the things he owns. He is economical but never hesitates to spend on others. He has something very endearing about him, that makes him popular among friends and family alike. Plus he's incredibly intelligent and quick about his tasks. Something about him that I've learnt to admire is that once he puts in his full efforts, he completely submits himself to Allah ta'ala's will. Also, he will always speak up about what he thinks is right. He can be a little haphazard at time and overprotective, but he always does what he thinks is right. He talks very loudly and his laugh makes everybody laugh. He is really fun to be around and people value him greatly. And so do I. I am very lucky to have the best Daddy in the world. He used to make up stories for me about a girl named Katto, and I still remember the day when I'd asked, "What happened to Katto?" And he'd said with a smile, "She grew up." He made every possible effort to make my childhood as happy as possible and continues to do so. When Ammanji was still alive, he'd read stories to her, talk to her and lie with her doing nothing. I think he misses her very much. I think he's travelled atleast half of the countries of the world. And he has the absolutely best and interesting stories to tell because that's what his personality and way of going about things results in - interesting stories that everyone laughs at later. Needless to say, I love him so very much. And I'm truly my Daddy's little girl. <3

Ammi is completely different from Babajan. Something I've been awed about all my life is her rags-to-riches story. And somehow, she takes everything in as it comes, and I admire that greatly. I don't know how to begin to describe her, but she is my super hero. She's taken every blow, every fall for me & my family and for what she believes in. I love when she doesn't allow me to do things or to go out sometimes, because it makes me feel cared for. Whether I tell her anything or not, she knows me inside-out. She always knows what to say & what to do. She can be a little strict at times but it's all worth it in the end. I don't know what I'd do without her. Once she had an operation, and the doctor said she should be named Sabira. She always tells me how the Prophet (PBUH) would call his wife Aisha as Humaira, and that makes it even more special and makes me smile alot. There is no comfort like the comfort of her arms. I think she's really brave and determined though she's getting weaker, but her will never dies. She's helped me overcome everything I've needed to overcome and been there all my life. There is absolutely no one like her. I'm glad she's not an architect though, because whenever she says I have a plan, it's something to do with breaking down the walls of a room. Her laugh is the cutest laugh ever; she goes red in the face and looks like Santa Claus. She can be stubborn about anything once it's planted in her head, but she always has something very effective to say. I love her more than I love any other person.

Being completely different, somehow, they are the perfect match for each other.

I love them both to death.

FREEDOM!!







Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Day 01 - Introduce yourself.

(I know I've done this way too many times. Sorry.)

My name is Aaisha, and I'm 15. I'm not very tall and a little short and I think I need glasses. I look like my mommy alot and that makes me happy because she was/is really beautiful. If you meet me someday, it is unlikely that I will talk much, or be fun to be around. So, I'm not really social, but somehow, my being shy doesn't translate as me not being confident & I'm not really afraid of going up on a stage or in front of people and things like that.

I don't have a story, I'm not anything different and I'm just me and thankful for everything that Allah has granted me with. I have amazing people around me I am thankful to call family & friends.

Being a Muslim is an integral part of my life, because I have learnt that as long as I keep my intentions clear Allah ta'la will guide me through everything. One day, Insha'allah, I want to write Muslim fiction, so that people can perceive Islam more clearly, and so I can tell the world that this religion is not merely a faith, it is a lifestyle.

I haven't decided anything about my future, but God-willing, I want to do something either in the Graphics & Animation field or major in Literature. I want to get published one day, but that day seems to be rather far off from now. Atleast it's not impossible, so I can keep working towards it everyday.

I am obsessed with reading, cricket and my friends. Oh, and my nieces. Also, I'm an avid Potterhead & Gokehead.

I love my life, and I thank Allah ta'la for everything he has give me. I cannot thank Him enough for what He has blessed me with. Sure, there may be bumps along the way, but they are no match for the road that lies ahead.

And lastly, I should be studying right now.
30 day challenge

Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail
Day 03 – Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 – Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 – Your day, in great detail
Day 07 – Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 – A moment, in great detail
Day 09 – Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 – Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 – What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 – This week, in great detail
Day 14 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 – Your dreams, in great detail
Day 16 – Your first kiss, in great detail
Day 17 – Your favorite memory, in great detail
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Day 19 – Something you regret, in great detail
Day 20 – This month, in great detail
Day 21 – Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 – Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 – A first, in great detail
Day 26 – Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 – Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 – Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 – Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 – One last moment, in great detail

Monday, April 25, 2011

Someone posted a video on facebook, showing the last glimpses of Moin Akhter's face before he was buried. And..it was just so scary. I mean, nothing he's ever earned is going to the grave with him. Just him with his deeds, whatever he did in this world to accompany him, and nothing else. What ever he's done is done, and there are no chances left.

It got me thinking, I am so immersed in the worldly life, distracted by people, things that won't ever matter in the end. Everything will turn to dust, and what shall help me is what I have done. What if all the chances end tomorrow? Or next week? Have I done enough to save myself from the hell fire?

We tend to forget our purpose in life time and time again. Then death knocks at someone else's door, reminding us that we have to go one day too, and whatever time you have on your hands is priceless. Every ticking second, every ticking minute.

Why do we forget so easily what we were sent down for? Why do we forget that we will have to be accountable for every single deed we have done on the Day of Judgement? Are there not enough of Allah's signs around us? Indeed, there are. But we forget all the same. Distracted by materialistic objects that will eventually end, just like us.

I think we all need a reminder once in a while that this world is not worth it. Anyone who destroys his aakhirah for the good of this dunya is a very, very unlucky person. And this is me, reminding myself more than anyone else.

Allahumma ajirni min an-naar. (Oh Allah! Save me from the fire.)


Saturday, April 23, 2011

Monster, monster, within myself.

Every word sinks into the black,
Resurfacing feelings I'm fighting back.
Monster, monster, go away.
Monster, monster, in my way.
Monster, monster, don't need your help.
Monster, monster, within myself.

Hate me, curse me, darn me to hell,
You'll get it back, I can tell.
Monster, monster, go away,
Monster, monster, in my way.
Monster, monster, don't need your help,
Monster, monster, within myself.

You don't know what I do, what resides in my heart,
If you'd hear the voices, you'd fall apart,
Monster, monster, go away,
Monster, monster, in my way,
Monster, monster, don't need your help,
Monster, monster within myself.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

A tale of two nerdy Drama Queens.

You: You never ask me k mera ktna hua and all that! You are least concerned about this! =/

Me: =/ I did ask just now! :(

You: You only asked today! I'm not telling you.

Me: :(

*5 hours later*

You: Ur Ego!! My God! =/

Me: :( What's the matter :(

You: Yeah! Now nothing can be done

Me: Sorryyyy naaaa :(

You: Aaisha, stop! You turned out like everyone else.

Me: SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYYNAAAAA :(

You: I don't want them.. actually.. and school has ended anyways.

Me: :( I hereby admit my stupidness, and I sincerely hope that you accept my apologies, because I made a mistake :( I'm younger than you na, have mercy on me. =p <3 Ily!!

You: Aaishaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Kia ywr! =)

You: Drama Queen! =p =)

Me: Hahahahaha, but it worked! =D

You: You're clever!

Me: Friends? =D

You: NOOO!!

Me: WHYYYYY????? D=

You: Sisters! =)

Me: YAYYYYY


Wednesday, April 20, 2011

I've realized that whenever I convince myself in any situation that I was not sent down to please anyone, I was only sent down to please Allah, nothing hurts anymore.

No matter how much I've been embarrassed, hurt or pushed around, I realize that neither do I know anyone's intentions and nor do they know mine. My intentions should only be for who they are meant to be for.


Monday, April 18, 2011

I am so glad that ALL of us will be accountable for our deeds on the day of judgement. -_____- ;____; Dear people, if not in the world, then definitely in the hereafter. And I know that includes me as well.

Piece of art.

She sat there with her canvas, with a brush and paints at hand,
It turned out though, the painting, would be different from her plan.

Instead of colors bursting forth, tear drops fell and soaked,
All the anguish from her pain, the pain that she has loathed.

Then she parted lips, and smiled from within her heart & soul,
Imprinting them, and now a smile, was what the canvas bore.

And then the blood from all her scars bled onto the building picture,
Then a crumpled paper bearing secrets also joined the mixture.

She looked at it, to no surprise, it was a picture of her heart,
Someone walked by and whispered, "What a beautiful piece of art."
My godd. I was searching for a sensible piece of writing to post on tumblr, and I realized most of the stuff on here is just laaaame. Hahahaha. :D GOD. I'm going to have to improve if I want to make a change and other shizz. =D I'm going to ask for constructive criticism from Shazra baji, and then work on my writing this Summer Insha'allah. (I CAN'T WAIT FOR SUMMERRRR 2011!!!)

Thankyou, Readers that don't exist, for taking the time to read this. You shall now proceed with your non-existent lives.

Of what falls & what stays.

All her tears
were mean to fall
not to stay in place.

And all her smiles
were meant to stay
right across her face.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

I found writing hard until that day Paul Coelho's tweet popped up on my homepage and it read, "Writing is easy. You write, until a drop of tear falls down from your eye." Or something along the same lines anyway.

That was the day I realized that writing is not decorating your lines with big words, or exaggerating with big adjectives, or forcing yourself to tone down your words to the kind of material that you read, or what you have read. Sure, inspiration is always an essence, but what I mean is that writing is not forced. It comes from the heart. It is the voice in your head when you make your observations. It is the little things in your mind that pop up once in a while. It is the secretive smile you smile when you think thoughts people don't know you think. It is much more than just typing out a few words, it is about transferring bits and pieces of your life into the lines that you write.

Writing is beautiful. I think what I write is like little fragments of my heart, left to be observed and left to be felt. It is like familiarity that you have never known. It is what makes me connect with myself and know myself better. It's because writing can turn the flicker of a candle into a long, rhythmic poetic script that somehow I can connect with. It is where I can truly be myself and there lies the essence: to be myself. As cliche as it may sound, it is truly what I have discovered. Everything falls into place when I pour out the truth, and not hide behind my defences, fearing the world. Writing is fearless. I don't have to hide the truth, because lies don't make up a particularly good composition. I can only write what I have felt. I don't have to put up a face, I don't have to put up an act: and I can just be.

I may not be the best writer, I may not even come close to being the best writer, but I just feel a bond with what I write. It is me on paper. Or on screen, for that matter. It is my escapade and I feel like I've written about hundreds of different things but I've never written about writing. And it's strange, really. So here's to writing, and here's to it's beauty, and here's to what it has helped me discover: myself.

Friday, April 15, 2011

I was learning this quote for the exam, and I really liked it so I thought I should put it on here. :)

The Prophet used to make this Dua'aa: "Oh Allah, I request for the love of your love, for the love of those who love you, and for the love of the acts that bring me nearer to your love."

Ameen. :)
I'm nearly done with the preparation, but all the quotations are really hard to fit in my brain. But I think I got this, Insha'allah.

I can't believe the 18th is almost here. *Goosebumps*

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Hunting down my bliss.

Treading on broken pieces, flying with broken wings,
This madness brims, it swallows, my sanity is on the brink.
I'll hurt myself, and I'll fall down, but you should know of this,
I'm hunting down the long lost smiles, I'm hunting down my bliss.
I'll put on my bravest fight, with what brokenness that I have,
And sometimes I will fall for lies, I'll get caught up in those traps,
But all I see, and all I know, is that there is another, better side,
I'm getting there, and I don't care, how long or hard the ride.
There is hope, there always was, and I'm set off to find it now,
I'll make my way, I'll crush the pain, I'll make it through somehow.



Coaxing flames of Want.

Opening up invitingly,
With coaxing flames of Want,
Whispering in forbidden tones,
Threatening to haunt.

Each slipping second you're giving in,
Into arms of what is wrong,
Your senses burn, surrendering,
To the things that you have longed.

And slowly, but as sure as it can get,
It's capturing your soul,
While that incessant conscience tells you
to do what you are told.

When you step in and submit yourself,
You can't and won't be fine,
'Cause when you don't try to push them back,
They come back every time.


Between.

You hold the reigns, I ride the ride,
Galloping in valleys devoid of the lies,
At mercy of nature, in merciless lands,
With nothing to lose and with nothing to plan,
Somewhere between holding on to dear life,
And striding with freedom, without any drive,
Such is the state, not lost, neither found,
My head in the sky and feet on the ground.
But here I can smile, and shed a few tears,
I can dance in my joys, and live in my fears.
It's a dream in reality and reality in dream,
And this is my ride, my ride of Between.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

The little things that have made my life worth living:

1. When Baba comes home.
2. The kisses on the top of the head from Nani & Nana.
3. The sight of Ammi laughing, going red in the cheeks, reminding me so much of Santa Claus.
4. Sabeeta baji's random laughter attacks, when she rubs her nose while she's laughing.
5. Hearing about Manal''s antics, and how after putting one single toy in place she went, "Mama, I'm so tired."
6. The look on the tutor's face when I rattle away Physic-al stuff.
7. Kitkat's messages, Kitkat's blog, and just plain Kitkat.
8. Kimmi Kebabi's "Ha...Ha...Ha."
9. The laughter attacks Sarah gives me and how I can't recover from them for days.
10. Marium's regular phone calls.
11. Laughing at random things with Shazra baji, and telling her things I'd never tell anyone else.
12. The look on Hassan bhai's face when he's trying not to smile for a picture.
13. The cravings for Baskin Robbins and Hassan bhai's "Oye Chotuus!" =p
14. Realizing I can wear the same clothes as Shazra baji's because we're the same height.
15. Cricket.
16. The facebook 'likes' Shazra baji is obsessed with.
17. Blogging about practically everything.
18. Going into Sujood, and feeling your fears wash away as soon as your forehead hits the ground.
19. The peaceful feeling after reciting Quran.
20. Taking random photos and then when Shazra baji sees them, she says, "Please don't ever become a photographer."
21. The awesomeness of a new dress.
22. Bursting into the few songs I know of with Shazra baji, mostly from the 90's or from Vital Signs.
23. "Friday, friday, gotta get down on friday."
24. The feeling after learning a new Surah.
25. Getting up at 6 to study and getting approving looks from Ammi/Baba.
26. Putting on my Abaya and Hijab and feeling instant security.
27. Playing with Shazra baji's Iphone and treating it like my own.
28. My white laptop.
29. Fozzy and his owner. Mostly his owner.
30. Reading school autographs and smiling.
31. Taking a good picture of myself.
32. Aati baji's phone calls and the awesome stories of her kids.
33. Aleeza.
34. Manal.
35. Rumaisa.
36. Feeling lucky that Ammanji got to spend her last moments with me.
37. Hassan bhai's truck load of chocolate supplies.
38. Feeling awesome how everyone in the world seems to know Sabeeta baji.
39. Random fights with Shazra bajis, often in posh British accents.
40. Getting hugs from Aunties you never knew you knew.
41. Ammi's biryani.
42. The airport-ish feeling every Summer.
43. Watching old tapes, and laughing my head off.
44. How Hoor gets furious when I don't call.
45. Reading.
46. Writing.
47. Feeling that proud feeling when you keep all your 30 fasts in Ramadan.
48. All the random dawaats, and all the love I could possibly ask for.
49. The feeling when people laugh at my joke.
50. Realizing I could go on and on and on and on and the list would never end.

Thankyou Allah ta'la for everything. Alhumdulilah for every little thing.
"Now that I've seen you, I'm young again."

That was the best sentence anybody has ever spoken to me. I love my Nana so much. <3
Found this on tumblr. :D YAY for modesty!

A woman’s best jewelry is her shyness
Sayyeda Fatima(sa) [Daughter of prophet Muhammad(sawas)]


I heard someone say, "A mother is always alone in the end."

It broke my heart. I feel so guilty even feeling annoyed or letting a slight thought enter my heart. I feel so, so guilty. I can never, ever repay her for sacrificing time, career, studies - just to make sure I have all that I need. I feel horrible about how I've ever done is complain. I feel horrible knowing how she knows me by heart, and I don't take the time out to ask her about what's bothering her. I feel horrible about getting irritated if she's always telling me to cut my nails, say my prayers, read the quran, get off the computer, eat my meals, eat my vegetables, study, take care of my eye sight - practically everything. Who in the world would care that much about me?

I feel ashamed. :( I know this is cheesy, but there is nothing in the whole world I can do to pay her back. And...I just need to let this out. ='( You be the bestest ebber, Ammi. <3

Friday, April 8, 2011

Step 1) Take a piece of paper and get hold of a pencil.

Step 2) Write fiercely in Caps, digging into the paper, what's bothering you on the top of the page.

Step 3) Take a deep breath.

Step 4) Give advice to yourself as you would to anyone who'd be in this situation.

Step 5) Write down "I believe in you."

Step 6) Feel awesome.

Step 7) Follow your advice.

Step 8) Repeat step 6.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

There was once a video. It made my whole life. And said exactly what I want to say to the whole world. Okay bye.

One time Sabeeta baji said this to me and it stuck to my mind. "If you can't tell it your mother, you can't tell it to anyone."

It's amazing how much this applies to me. I love my Ammi.
<3

In wake of a new day.

Bathing in the moonlight,
Insecurities on display,
Through blood, and flesh, and haunting voices,
I have found my way.

But in darkness I had searched for light,
In pain I sought my glee,
I chained myself, and thought it helped,
When I wanted to be free.

Dragged this pride through pricks and stones,
When all the pain was mine,
And I did not know, I hadn't known,
That I could have been fine.

I've erred and flawed, and made mistakes,
But I'm in wake of a new day,
I just had to turn on the lights,
To have found my way.

And now the moon is young, and bright,
I'll make it through the night,
For I have found my moon, my light,
The Sun shall surely rise.


Wednesday, April 6, 2011

I am now convinced I am the most obnoxious person in the world. *Hides face in paper bag*

I'm sorry, world. I'm working on myself.
I love each and every bit of this. Absolutely worth the read.

"Why do people leave?"

6TH APRIL 11
By Yasmin Mogahed

When I was 17 years old, I had a dream. I dreamt that I was sitting inside a masjid and a little girl walked up to ask me a question. She asked me: “Why do people have to leave each other?” The question was a personal one, but it seemed clear to me why the question was chosen for me.

I was one to get attached.

Ever since I was a child, this temperament was clear. While other children in preschool could easily recover once their parents left, I could not. My tears, once set in motion, did not stop easily. As I grew up, I learned to become attached to everything around me. From the time I was in first grade, I needed a best friend. As I got older, any fall-out with a friend shattered me. I couldn’t let go of anything. People, places, events, photographs, moments—even outcomes became objects of strong attachment. If things didn’t work out the way I wanted or imagined they should, I was devastated. And disappointment for me wasn’t an ordinary emotion. It was catastrophic. Once let down, I never fully recovered. I could never forget, and the break never mended. Like a glass vase that you place on the edge of a table, once broken, the pieces never quite fit again.

But the problem wasn’t with the vase. Or even that the vases kept breaking. The problem was that I kept putting them on the edge of tables. Through my attachments, I was dependent on my relationships to fulfill my needs. I allowed those relationships to define my happiness or my sadness, my fulfillment or my emptiness, my security, and even my self-worth. And so, like the vase placed where it will inevitably fall, through those dependencies I set myself up for disappointment. I set myself up to be broken. And that’s exactly what I found: one disappointment, one break after another.

But the people who broke me were not to blame any more than gravity can be blamed for breaking the vase. We can’t blame the laws of physics when a twig snaps because we leaned on it for support. The twig was never created to carry us.

Our weight was only meant to be carried by God. We are told in the Quran: “…whoever rejects evil and believes in God hath grasped the most trustworthy hand-hold, that never breaks. And God hears and knows all things.” (Qur’an 2: 256)

There is a crucial lesson in this verse: that there is only one handhold that never breaks. There is only one place where we can lay our dependencies. There is only one relationship that should define our self-worth and only one source from which to seek our ultimate happiness, fulfillment, and security. That place is God.

But this world is all about seeking those things everywhere else. Some of us seek it in our careers, some seek it in wealth, some in status. Some, like me, seek it in our relationships. In her book, Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert describes her own quest for happiness. She describes moving in and out of relationships, and even traveling the globe in search of this fulfillment. She seeks that fulfillment—unsuccessfully—in her relationships, in meditation, even in food.

And that’s exactly where I spent much of my own life: seeking a way to fill my inner void. So it was no wonder that the little girl in my dream asked me this question. It was a question about loss, about disappointment. It was a question about being let down. A question about seeking something and coming back empty handed. It was about what happens when you try to dig in concrete with your bare hands: not only do you come back with nothing—you break your fingers in the process. And I learned this not by reading it, not by hearing it from a wise sage. I learned it by trying it again, and again, and again.

And so, the little girl’s question was essentially my own question…being asked to myself.

Ultimately, the question was about the nature of the dunya as a place of fleeting moments and temporary attachments. As a place where people are with you today, and leave or die tomorrow. But this reality hurts our very being because it goes against our nature. We, as humans, are made to seek, love, and strive for what is perfect and what is permanent. We are made to seek what’s eternal. We seek this because we were not made for this life. Our first and true home was Paradise: a land that is both perfect and eternal. So the yearning for that type of life is a part of our being. The problem is that we try to find that here. And so we create ageless creams and cosmetic surgery in a desperate attempt to hold on—in an attempt to mold this world into what it is not, and will never be.

And that’s why if we live in dunya with our hearts, it breaks us. That’s why this dunyahurts. It is because the definition of dunya, as something temporary and imperfect, goes against everything we are made to yearn for. Allah put a yearning in us that can only be fulfilled by what is eternal and perfect. By trying to find fulfillment in what is fleeting, we are running after a hologram…a mirage. We are digging into concrete with our bare hands. Seeking to turn what is by its very nature temporary into something eternal is like trying to extract from fire, water. You just get burned. Only when we stop putting our hopes in dunya, only when we stop trying to make the dunya into what it is not—and was never meant to be (jannah)—will this life finally stop breaking our hearts.

We must also realize that nothing happens without a purpose. Nothing. Not even broken hearts. Not even pain. That broken heart and that pain are lessons and signs for us. They are warnings that something is wrong. They are warnings that we need to make a change. Just like the pain of being burned is what warns us to remove our hand from the fire, emotional pain warns us that we need to make an internal change. That we need to detach. Pain is a form of forced detachment. Like the loved one who hurts you again and again and again, the more dunya hurts us, the more we inevitably detach from it. The more we inevitably stop loving it.

And pain is a pointer to our attachments. That which makes us cry, that which causes us most pain is where our false attachments lie. And it is those things which we are attached to as we should only be attached to Allah which become barriers on our path to God. But the pain itself is what makes the false attachment evident. The pain creates a condition in our life that we seek to change, and if there is anything about our condition that we don’t like, there is a divine formula to change it. God says: “Verily never will God change the condition of a people until they change what is within themselves.” (Qur’an, 13:11)

After years of falling into the same pattern of disappointments and heartbreak, I finally began to realize something profound. I had always thought that love of dunya meant being attached to material things. And I was not attached to material things. I was attached to people. I was attached to moments. I was attached to emotions. So I thought that the love of dunya just did not apply to me. What I didn’t realize was that people, moments, emotions are all a part of dunya. What I didn’t realize is that all the pain I had experienced in life was due to one thing, and one thing only: love of dunya.

As soon as I began to have that realization, a veil was lifted from my eyes. I started to see what my problem was. I was expecting this life to be what it is not, and was never meant to be: perfect. And being the idealist that I am, I was struggling with every cell in my body to make it so. It had to be perfect. And I would not stop until it was. I gave my blood, sweat, and tears to this endeavor: making the dunya into jannah. This meant expecting people around me to be perfect. Expecting my relationships to be perfect. Expecting so much from those around me and from this life. Expectations. Expectations. Expectations. And if there is one recipe for unhappiness it is that: expectations. But herein lay my fatal mistake. My mistake was not in having expectations; as humans, we should never lose hope. The problem was in *where* I was placing those expectations and that hope. At the end of the day, my hope and expectations were not being placed in God. My hope and expectations were in people, relationships, means. Ultimately, my hope was in this dunya rather than Allah.

And so I came to realize a very deep Truth. An ayah began to cross my mind. It was an ayah I had heard before, but for the first time I realized that it was actually describing me: “Those who rest not their hope on their meeting with Us, but are pleased and satisfied with the life of the present, and those who heed not Our Signs.” (Qur’an, 10:7)

By thinking that I can have everything here, my hope was not in my meeting with God. My hope was in dunya. But what does it mean to place your hope in dunya? How can this be avoided? It means when you have friends, don’t expect your friends to fill your emptiness. When you get married, don’t expect your spouse to fulfill your every need. When you’re an activist, don’t put your hope in the results. When you’re in trouble don’t depend on yourself. Don’t depend on people. Depend on God.

Seek the help of people—but realize that it is not the people (or even your own self) that can save you. Only Allah can do these things. The people are only tools, a means used by God. But they are not the source of help, aid, or salvation of any kind. Only God is. The people cannot even create the wing of a fly (22:73). And so, even while you interact with people externally, turn your heart towards God. Face Him alone, as Prophet Ibrahim (as) said so beautifully: “For me, I have set my face, firmly and truly, towards Him Who created the heavens and the earth, and never shall I give partners to Allah.” (Qur’an, 6:79)

But how does Prophet Ibrahim (as) describe his journey to that point? He studies the moon, the sun and the stars and realizes that they are not perfect. They set.

They let us down.

So Prophet Ibrahim (as) was thereby led to face Allah alone. Like him, we need to put our full hope, trust, and dependency on God. And God alone. And if we do that, we will learn what it means to finally find peace and stability of heart. Only then will the roller coaster that once defined our lives finally come to an end. That is because if our inner state is dependent on something that is by definition inconstant, that inner state will also be inconstant. If our inner state is dependent on something changing and temporary, that inner state will be in a constant state of instability, agitation, and unrest. This means that one moment we’re happy, but as soon as that which our happiness depended upon changes, our happiness also changes. And we become sad. We remain always swinging from one extreme to another and not realizing why.

We experience this emotional roller coaster because we can never find stability and lasting peace until our attachment and dependency is on what is stable and lasting. How can we hope to find constancy if what we hold on to is inconstant and perishing? In the statement of Abu Bakr is a deep illustration of this truth. After the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ died, the people went into shock and could not handle the news. But although no one loved the Prophet ﷺ like Abu Bakr, Abu Bakr understood well the only place where one’s dependency should lie. He said: “If you worshipped Muhammad, know that Muhammad is dead. But if you worshipped Allah, know that Allah never dies.”

To attain that state, don’t let your source of fulfillment be anything other than your relationship with God. Don’t let your definition of success, failure, or self-worth be anything other than your position with Him (Qur’an, 49:13). And if you do this, you become unbreakable, because your handhold is unbreakable. You become unconquerable, because your supporter can never be conquered. And you will never become empty, because your source of fulfillment is unending and never diminishes.

Looking back at the dream I had when I was 17, I wonder if that little girl was me. I wonder this because the answer I gave her was a lesson I would need to spend the next painful years of my life learning. My answer to her question of why people have to leave each other was: “because this life isn’t perfect; for if it was, what would the next be called?”


Monday, April 4, 2011

Weight of the truth.

Shrinking behind shielding walls,
Sinking beneath the riveting waves,
I try to swim, I try to breath,
But I'm drained off all the lies inside,
Crushed beneath the weight of the truth.

Cringing, seeing every fall,
Gasping at the sight of tears,
I try to think, I try to see,
But I'm washed off all the thoughts inside,
Crushed beneath the weight of the truth.

The weight of the truth.
The weight of the truth.
The weight of the truth.
Crushed.
Beneath the weight of the truth.

I see the dawn, another day,
I look to the heavens, in numbing plight,
I've reason to smile, reason to laugh,
Amidst these resounding cries -
I'm crushed beneath the weight of the truth.


Sunday, April 3, 2011

I love, love, love, love this video. Afridi said in an interview he was the first person even he himself ever saw that got a such a welcome after he landed in Pakistan even after defeat. I don't know, I'm just a lot more patriotic and hopeful after this worldcup even though we lost, and I have no idea why. All I know is I love Pakistan a lot, lot more after we lost the semi final, and sometimes I think it's because I know now, what awesome people we can be.

I will never forget Ramiz Raja's words. "He did not win the world cup, but for 30 days, he made this country into a nation."






Saturday, April 2, 2011

They smiled again.

I know this is mostly just lame and stupid and doesn't make that much sense, but...you know.


The rain beat loudly on the window,
Pattering through their silence,
And they just stared.
Their eyes grew dark, in fear of the storm,
And the thunder grew loud,
And the wolves started to howl in the distance.
And they were scared.
But one of them smiled.
He walked out the door, braving the storm,
And she followed with an umbrella.
And they smiled again.

**

The sweltering heat,
They were broken down - tired,
Frowning faces and dripping foreheads,
They had nowhere to go, but what was worse was
They were lost.
And they were on their own.
But one of them smiled.
She wiped off the sweat and set off with determination,
And he guided her way and found them a shade,
And they smiled again.

**

The tears fell, and people howled,
They were scared that everything was ending,
And they feared The End,
Their minds were baffled and they nearly gave up.
But one of them smiled.
The little child stood up, punching the air with his little fist,
And ran off in the distance.
And every body followed,
They found their way, a greater one,
And they smiled again.

Stranger amidst those shadows.

Stranger amidst those shadows, in corners you have dwelled,
Incessant secrecy, some pride that you have held,
And though hardly have I seen you smile, I've seen you trumping all,
Hiding in the the background layers, aiding every call,
In every single war you've fought, hidden among the rest,
No sign of your presence though, yet you are the very best,
I see your leaping shadow, secretive in it's lair,
Though never present in any joy, you are always there.
When something really bad happens, there is always something amazing in store. Alhumdulilah.
This is another pointless post. With no meaning whatsoever. But I'm going to post it. Because even in it's embarrassing lameness, I can. I'm awesome. Mann. Wo-Mannn. Wo-chiiildd. I'm trying to be sophisticatedly hyper tonight.

Good day to you sir. *Tips her bonnet*
I am convinced that singing the Doo-Da song brings joy to your life. Doing the robot works too.
Dear everyone in my life,

Please always stay this wonderful. Please always stay this beautiful.

Love,
Me.