Friday, April 13, 2012

It dawned upon me that I cannot even begin to fathom how much, and in how many different ways, God has blessed me. How then, can I thank Him, if I don't even know all that I need to thank Him for?

Friday, January 27, 2012

My willingness: inconsistent
My determination: inconsistent
My energy: inconsistent

Your mercy: unfailing

Monday, June 6, 2011

Allah Knows

I know You know
I know You know I'm trying and that it's hard
I know You know I'm in pain and it hurts so much sometimes but I'm trying to be strong and I'm trying to be good and I'm trying not to give in
I know You know what I'm feeling and You know what's in my heart and You know every tear and every pang of pain
I know You know, and it helps to know..

Oh Allah, guide me to the Straight Path..
Make me strong
Make me pious
Make me Your faithful servant
I seek refuge in You from the evil of myself and the evil of my actions, and the evil of Shaytaan

Ameen

Sunday, May 29, 2011

What to do when you do something bad?

Know that it is not the end of the world
Be grateful that you are still alive to fix your mistakes..
Put your trust in Allah SWT, know that He can help you, and all you need to do is have faith in Him

La ilaha illa Allah, wa la na'budu illa iyyaah, lahu inni'ma, wa lahu ilfadl, wa lahu itthanaa'u ilhasan 

Thursday, February 24, 2011

2011 - The Middle East, Revolutions, Palestine and I

Bismillah Irrahman Irraheem

It's been a long time since I last wrote a post like this. I wonder if I still know how..
When I first started blogging, when I was about 15, I remember feeling part of the bigger world - especially because I read some political blogs about the Middle East.. It felt good.
I was different then.. I wanted to "save the world".. and then came the years of rancid, selfish apathy..  Then, almost two years ago came my own religious revolution. That did not however revive my feelings of sympathy. Something wasn't right - it was like that girl that wanted to save the world had just died, both because of years of neglect and also because of an inability to meld sympathy with my understanding of Qada' and Qadar (my fault alone)..

And then came Egypt. I was with her from the very beginning - I couldn't believe she was revolting. I couldn't believe the Arab world was shaking the stagnant waters it had been in for decades. Of course there was Tunisia before her, but Egypt was different because I was more intimate with her situation.. The abject poverty, the corruption, people living on the streets and Mubarak living in palaces.. I never imagined - no one did - that Egypt or anywhere in the arab world would revolt. You see, Arab children grow up with the constant complaints of the older generation about the situation of the Arab and Muslim world - the corruption of our leadership, the apathy of our peoples, the large-scale oppression and injustice. This was our wildest dreams coming true - the Arab and Muslim world was coming alive again - ripping off it's cloak of fear and humiliation. "We've killed the fear", the Egyptians said. And with Egypt, I came alive too. It felt so good to laugh and cry with my brothers and sisters in Egypt - constantly checking the news, whether on TV or the internet. It's amazing how modern-day technology is able to really connect you with the world.. And then finally when Hosni Mubarak "fell" - I felt it. It wasn't just a news headline like news usually is for (the old?) me.. It felt personal - It mattered to me. I actually cared. Alhamdulillah...

How good it feels to finally cry for Gaza, after all these years.. How good it feels to be depressed by the news.. Glory be to He Who gives life to the dead

To myself and other I say:
Don't live for yourself, in your small bubble.. Don't let your biggest problems be your problems.

Let's save the world? 

Friday, February 12, 2010

Phantoms

Bismillah,

Do you guys get them too?? You know, episodes of unexplainable, ridiculous, irrational fear or sadness that no amount of rationalizing can make go away, until they suddenly disappear.

What are they and what causes them?
It's so weird, like.. having a nightmare while you're awake, except you can't break free until someone wakes you up. That's actually how it happens, when I get engaged in conversation they disappear.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

An Interrogation

I just came back from my Med interview..
It was really difficult. They drilled me continuously. They wouldn't let a word out of my mouth without them asking about it.. It was so hard to have every word questioned. And yet a Muslim knows that each word is to be asked about on the Day of Judgement.

I told mama.. if this is how hard it is to be interrogated by two strangers

What is it to be interrogated by the AlMighty?

What is it to be interrogated by Allah SWT - Your Creator? Your Cherisher? Your Sustainer?
What will I do when I stand before Allah with my sins laid bare and the evil of my soul not hidden by my masks? What is it to know that there is no turning back? There is no way to change my evil heart? What is it to stand before my Lord and what do I answer when He asks me - did not I show you the way? did not you know that these things were evil? Did not you care that I heard and saw all?

What will I do when I stand before Allah and I know that nothing is hidden? That my true colours are out there laid bare before the Creator of the heavens and the earth?

Friday, April 13, 2012

Posted by Aisha at 4:35 AM 0 comments
It dawned upon me that I cannot even begin to fathom how much, and in how many different ways, God has blessed me. How then, can I thank Him, if I don't even know all that I need to thank Him for?

Friday, January 27, 2012

Posted by Aisha at 4:28 AM 0 comments
My willingness: inconsistent
My determination: inconsistent
My energy: inconsistent

Your mercy: unfailing

Monday, June 6, 2011

Allah Knows

Posted by Aisha at 3:35 AM 0 comments
I know You know
I know You know I'm trying and that it's hard
I know You know I'm in pain and it hurts so much sometimes but I'm trying to be strong and I'm trying to be good and I'm trying not to give in
I know You know what I'm feeling and You know what's in my heart and You know every tear and every pang of pain
I know You know, and it helps to know..

Oh Allah, guide me to the Straight Path..
Make me strong
Make me pious
Make me Your faithful servant
I seek refuge in You from the evil of myself and the evil of my actions, and the evil of Shaytaan

Ameen

Sunday, May 29, 2011

What to do when you do something bad?

Posted by Aisha at 9:35 PM 0 comments
Know that it is not the end of the world
Be grateful that you are still alive to fix your mistakes..
Put your trust in Allah SWT, know that He can help you, and all you need to do is have faith in Him

La ilaha illa Allah, wa la na'budu illa iyyaah, lahu inni'ma, wa lahu ilfadl, wa lahu itthanaa'u ilhasan 

Thursday, February 24, 2011

2011 - The Middle East, Revolutions, Palestine and I

Posted by Aisha at 3:29 AM 0 comments
Bismillah Irrahman Irraheem

It's been a long time since I last wrote a post like this. I wonder if I still know how..
When I first started blogging, when I was about 15, I remember feeling part of the bigger world - especially because I read some political blogs about the Middle East.. It felt good.
I was different then.. I wanted to "save the world".. and then came the years of rancid, selfish apathy..  Then, almost two years ago came my own religious revolution. That did not however revive my feelings of sympathy. Something wasn't right - it was like that girl that wanted to save the world had just died, both because of years of neglect and also because of an inability to meld sympathy with my understanding of Qada' and Qadar (my fault alone)..

And then came Egypt. I was with her from the very beginning - I couldn't believe she was revolting. I couldn't believe the Arab world was shaking the stagnant waters it had been in for decades. Of course there was Tunisia before her, but Egypt was different because I was more intimate with her situation.. The abject poverty, the corruption, people living on the streets and Mubarak living in palaces.. I never imagined - no one did - that Egypt or anywhere in the arab world would revolt. You see, Arab children grow up with the constant complaints of the older generation about the situation of the Arab and Muslim world - the corruption of our leadership, the apathy of our peoples, the large-scale oppression and injustice. This was our wildest dreams coming true - the Arab and Muslim world was coming alive again - ripping off it's cloak of fear and humiliation. "We've killed the fear", the Egyptians said. And with Egypt, I came alive too. It felt so good to laugh and cry with my brothers and sisters in Egypt - constantly checking the news, whether on TV or the internet. It's amazing how modern-day technology is able to really connect you with the world.. And then finally when Hosni Mubarak "fell" - I felt it. It wasn't just a news headline like news usually is for (the old?) me.. It felt personal - It mattered to me. I actually cared. Alhamdulillah...

How good it feels to finally cry for Gaza, after all these years.. How good it feels to be depressed by the news.. Glory be to He Who gives life to the dead

To myself and other I say:
Don't live for yourself, in your small bubble.. Don't let your biggest problems be your problems.

Let's save the world? 

Friday, February 12, 2010

Phantoms

Posted by Aisha at 2:41 AM 2 comments
Bismillah,

Do you guys get them too?? You know, episodes of unexplainable, ridiculous, irrational fear or sadness that no amount of rationalizing can make go away, until they suddenly disappear.

What are they and what causes them?
It's so weird, like.. having a nightmare while you're awake, except you can't break free until someone wakes you up. That's actually how it happens, when I get engaged in conversation they disappear.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

An Interrogation

Posted by Aisha at 7:01 PM 13 comments
I just came back from my Med interview..
It was really difficult. They drilled me continuously. They wouldn't let a word out of my mouth without them asking about it.. It was so hard to have every word questioned. And yet a Muslim knows that each word is to be asked about on the Day of Judgement.

I told mama.. if this is how hard it is to be interrogated by two strangers

What is it to be interrogated by the AlMighty?

What is it to be interrogated by Allah SWT - Your Creator? Your Cherisher? Your Sustainer?
What will I do when I stand before Allah with my sins laid bare and the evil of my soul not hidden by my masks? What is it to know that there is no turning back? There is no way to change my evil heart? What is it to stand before my Lord and what do I answer when He asks me - did not I show you the way? did not you know that these things were evil? Did not you care that I heard and saw all?

What will I do when I stand before Allah and I know that nothing is hidden? That my true colours are out there laid bare before the Creator of the heavens and the earth?