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I catch glimpses of a smile In my butterfly net In a field of marigolds and daisies And gleaming fjords I am at the peak The sun is warmth The breeze soothing The soil soft neath my soles I close my eyes and Let go.. فبأي آلاء ربكما تكذبان؟ I am one with the west wind I am freedom #selfthoughts #writteninmymind #AllahuAhad #AllahuAkbar

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Zaandam, Netherlands (by Camilla Marrese)

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take me there. ❤

So... what's next?

السلام عليكم! And so here I am 3 years and 5 months into a marriage to a wonderful man. We're blessed and gifted by Allah SWT with 2 amazing babies, mashaaAllah, and a home to call our own, alhamdulillah. So... what's next? Well, I would very much love to get that degree now. Hehe. My story's albeit backwards, i guess. But there's no denying that a degree has always been in my sights. Although I guess it's not so much the degree as compared to the experience of being a university student. Hehe. Yep, that's me. I crave experience rather than results. Well, you know what they say, it's the journey that matters and not the destination. Actually, the destination is just as important as the journey. It's what we do during that journey that makes the destination good or bad. But anyhow. I'm cursed with hard-headedness so I guess we'll be seeing that degree sooner or later. InsyaaAllah. Keep us in your prayers! P/S: يا طيبة، با طيبة!

#personal rant #diary #islam #muslimah

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When the sun is in my eyes, will we still be dancing

Grand Canyon, Arizona

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الله أكبر

The heart says more than the mind can think.

I think that truly, in the wee hours of night, before we go to sleep, contemplating life as it is, is the time when we discover, life itself. As a Muslim believing fervently in Allah the Almighty One, I know that every single particle I own or have is a priveleged blessing from Allah. Blessings that He can take away any time. The husband, the son, the unborn baby, family and friends, all gifts for my sinful, undeserving self.

And yet, all Allah asks in return is to “Worship Me”. Why, the question is, is it so hard to do just so?

Is it because of the blind joy we feel when enjoying these undeserved blessings? Blinded so much so we fail to see the beauty of He who has blessed? Why? Must I wait for a disaster to happen before I give my body and soul to the Creator? A lost of a loved one perhaps? Wa ‘iyaadzu billahi.

Will it be only then, that we turn to the Merciful and beg for His Mercy, His Compassion when all this while, we have failed to see how Gracious and Merciful He has been.

Why? Is it so hard to take the prayer mat and touch my forehead to the ground in deference to the Just?

So I beg myself, if I know the meaning of shame, of thankfulness, do not be so proud so as to believe that these blessings are mine. I know, from my core, that they are only borrowed by Allah. And like all borrowed things, I have to give it back someday. I pray for the strength, the resilience and the ability to let go when the time to return my gifts come. I feel the pain and the desolate loss just by thinking about it. And so please, dear self, give thanks to Allah. Put your head to the ground. Pray.

Something to ponder before I sleep.