Ramadan has come and gone, along with Eid. I wish I could create the atmosphere of Ramadan in Jerusalem in my home but I can’t. I miss it. I hope to go back with my son one day.
But this isn’t about Ramadan per say, it’s about the 4th of July and the fireworks that got me thinking about bombs. Yes, you read that right. Bombs.
This year we heard a lot of fireworks going off and as my son gets older and more aware of the world around him he was scared of the loud ka-boom! that he heard. Which led me to think about all the children around the world who the sound of bombs is the norm and how they must be suffering. It hurts my heart to think about it. So, I will pray that they have sabr (patience) along with their parents. Find ways to give back to those whose lives are affected by the sound of bombs and hope they find peace.
I am Privileged.
This post was going around facebook a couple of weeks ago.
It’s sweet really. I think older couples have a lot of wisdom to give but that isn’t what caught my eye. It was the comments following the post. Some were legitimate, like abuse but others were just excuses. We live in a different time, we don’t have the same ideals, we don’t have the same societal restrictions. I understand that everyone has their reasons for getting a divorce or staying together but relationships are hard work. Whether they are friendships, family or marriage. It takes time and effort to build these things and they shouldn’t be taken lightly.
It’s sometimes easier to just take the easy way out than try to work things out. Now, sometimes the easy way out is to stay together and just be unhappy. I have seen many couples fall into that trap but sometimes you just need a little hard work. Is there a universal answer as to how to make a marriage work? I don’t think so because every marriage is different. Can we gain insight from other people? Of course. Do I have all the answers? No, but I sure am learning.
What do you think?
I have heard this word a lot lately from various women I know. It seemed like a common thread among them. A sort of code for something bigger and scarier than they wanted to admit.
I dislike the word, no dislike is too nice. I despise the word. I feel like it’s a way to lower your value. Make it seem like what you are doing is okay because “Hey, I’m a coward”. I wonder where they got it from. Why do we just live our lives with this idea that being a coward is okay? Why do women feel like they can’t “handle” certain things or does it make them more appealing to men?
I get their fears, I really do but why do we let fears rule our lives? Why can’t we empower ourselves and not look for someone to empower us? Why do we raise our daughters to be self proclaimed “Cowards” instead of teaching them to be leaders, heros, and just strong women.
We need more strong women and not women who are comfortable with the label of “coward”.
Yet, I know many strong women and I’m proud to know them. I just wish there were more. History is full of amazing women, even Islamic history.
People out there, help our daughters, wives, sisters, friends and family members change the word coward to strong. Let’s see where that takes us.
It’s a story non-the-less but it isn’t your typical love story.
That is the line in my head. I don’t know why it is stuck there but it sure is. I have been reading a lot of entries on love InshAllah‘s website lately and I guess I just wanted to discuss it. Share with someone what I have read, learned and been enlightened by. This last post has caught my eye, my mind and my heart. It resonates with me on a very deep level. I felt what the writer felt and I shared her fears.
I know where she is coming from and I know where it ends. It makes me realize that this just doesn’t happen to me. Other people have been through this, feel this and understand this. This isn’t a story that is unique to me and my family but people across the world have experienced it.
And the amazing part is, we all have survived. We made it through and created our own stories, families and lives. It’s amazing how resilient a person can be.
There has been so much going on lately that all I want to do is write about it but I can’t seem to find the words to express all that has been bubbling inside my head. So, I decided to bite the bullet (where did that phrase come from?) and just get it all out. So, here is to getting it all out.
Well, first I should state the exciting news…I’m pregnant! I’m going to be a mom come November and I’m a little scared in a good way. This little person is growing, kicking, causing all kinds of new feelings and pains and I just can’t wait to meet the little one. It’s a new chapter in our lives and I’m trying to enjoy every moment of it.
Second, Ramadan is over and so is Eid. I can’t seem to feel the excitement I used to for Eid. I was excited about my pretty pretty new dress…which has been it’s name since I bought it (btw) but then it ended there. I do enjoy my family coming over to visit but it just isn’t the same as when you are a kid. Growing up is no fun!
Third, has anyone watched the news lately? I mean, what is going on in this world…So much stuff and so little time to follow it all. Not only that, but no one knows what the real story is. The trend that I am seeing is that Islam = bad. I just wish people could see the beauty of this religion and appreciate it not drudge up the same old tired tidbits that are based on half truths.
One thing is for sure, people all over the world are suffering. And that is a fact.
Thanks to Mr. Chemistry for sending me this video. I do love me some Maher Zain
Enjoy! and bring on Ramadan!