Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
It's always refreshingly raw and exhilirating in a way, when you discover that things are not as you thought they were and people are not who you thought them to be. Sometimes it's disappointing, sometimes it's pleasantly surprising and sometimes it's just different.
Still trying to figure out which categories I'd consider my realizations to be....hmmm...
We tend to forget how illusory this world is...We live in the comfort of illusion--Nothing is as it seems.
Off to bed I go. Peace be with you, reader.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I find it funny when people tell me that they feel uncomfortable when they see a woman wear hijab or niqab because "They are too covered up". How about some of us feeling uncomfortable when people show too much and are too uncovered? There are bans on hijab and niqab, yet no bans on mini-skirts or tube tops. Give me a break.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
I think it's that time to move on to the next chapter of my life...hmmm...I've been thinking about marriage lately, and I believe it's time I stop running from it, face my fears and get over it, with the trust of the Beloved Creator. No more sitting around wondering what's to come next, flipping each page, reflecting on should've, could've, would've. Ahhh...I've been letting this thought simmer and it's time I use it to cook something great, no more tossing it out.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
“The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.”
“Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men."
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
wishing I could capture it forever.
Eyes shut tight,
sun glowing bright,
Nothing could replace these peaceful moments together.
She’d sing me lullabies,
daydreaming about the moon
as we laid on our Persian rug
in the late afternoons.
Touching the tiny mole on her neck
until slumber came,
I’d plead with God to give me one that
looked just the same.
I’d cling to her
bargaining with sleep,
asking for more time,
just so I could feel her heart beat
in rhythm to mine.
I still catch hints of her powdery, flowery perfume,
and I could almost swear to this day
our hearts beat to the same tune.©