May 2, 2016
guys.
this week, may, inshallah, be my last week of undergrad classes.
*crying*
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guys.
this week, may, inshallah, be my last week of undergrad classes.
*crying*
You can really tell how people parents reflect on them, whether they change their attitudes or embody the same ones.
when theres a hard pill to swallow, so you don’t take your medicine and you continue to cripple yourself because ignoring reality appears easier.
The thing about stepping out is you really have to be ready for everything that’s going to come at you. have to be able to sensor emotion from rationality. i can’t take things personally these next few months. this is for me. this is for the greater good. this is important. this is me not being afraid to do what i have always wanted to do.
I made so much duah for encouragement to embrace things I love, and to get courage and be more brave and just be my most personal true self.
I came home from Umrah, and my snapchat had 27 notifications of messages from people, and 4 DMs on instagram. Alhamdillilah.
Someone messaged me with the most personal words of encouragement which spoke to me on every level. Basically addressing my vibrant personality and what seems to other people as obnoxious but actual genuine excitement. I’ve never felt so revived to live with even more vibrance.
I can feel my soul singing and my breath easing in calm before a storm.
I am the storm 2016. Get the disaster relief team ready.
Can't wait to be back in new york cold for leather pants and suede boots looks. And snow. Please let it snow.
Really really really want to go to the "Starlight" exhibit at Moynihan Station in NYC and the tickets are sold out. Now trying to pull some strings to see if I can get in... and Dad won't put me on the list because of finals *cries*
At the end of the day, I am responsible for who I interact with, and giving them a chance to understand my religion. The media can do all it wants, but if I am not taking the responsibility to make sure my own circles understand Islam, so that they aren’t swayed; I am not doing my job as a Muslim.
I have to be patient, persistent and open. What do I know? Only Allah does. Some of the best companions of the Prophet (saw) were the worse to him in his early years before conversion.
Bismillah.