Been gone a while...

Asak,

I have been gone a while. So much has happened, so much to look forward too. Insha'Allah I will be updating my blog again :)

Ode to Humairah

Hummi Tummi taught a class

Whether the water was half full in a glass

The students asked her questions a lot

They weren’t sure of what they were taught

They have stressed her beyond belief

With end of classes will come relief

For now she sits marking papers

All the while eating chocolate wafers

Everything is for a reason in Islam

Wudu... the fard of wudu are 4.
(1) washing the face from the forehead to the lower portion of the chin and from one ear to the other;
(2) washing of both the arms up to the elbows;
(3) doing masah, covering at least quarter of the head;
(4) washing of both the feet up to ankles.

Wudu can only be performed with water whose texture, taste or smell hasn't changed.

Now, think back on how we perform wudu and what do we start with. :)

It makes perfect sense!!!

Why?

Why do people walk away from us? Leaving their footprints behind. Can we just forget and move on? Can we erase those footprints? Do we even want to erase those footprints? Why do people disappear after having brought joy and happiness? Why do we have to part?

My mum found a stack of old letters that were addressed to me. I sat the whole of Saturday evening and went through them. Letters from friends. All the way back from Kuwait. From the 80's! Little pieces of paper where we had scribbled notes (I still do that :D ) Birthday cards, get well cards, I miss you cards. Don't forget us cards. (Alhumdulillah I haven't) I carry them around in my heart every waking moment, and sometimes even dream about them. How can I forget? They made me who I am. They influenced, taught me, stood by me and told me off when I needed to be told off.

They are a part of me. My thoughts. My soul. My very being.

They moulded me, influenced by their very presence. Our laughs together, our tears shared, our fears, our hopes, our dreams. Their fragments remain a part of me even today.

I know understand why in Islam so much importance is placed on interpersonal relationships. We don't know how we can affect the other person. Are we leaving a mark that they cherish or a scar?

Shilpa Maria Mathew - my best friend through school. Taught me patience and humbleness
Farah Naaz (Fau) - My friend, my confidant, my room mate through last 3yrs in Aligarh. Taught me that knowledge was beauty.
Andalib Amjad (Andy) - My friend. Taught me not to fear anyone and that diamonds have rough edges too.
Afzal Haque - The brother I was supposed to have. The more said about him the less it is.
Amer Ahmed - My friend. Taught me laughter is the best medicine.
Navaid Saidi - My friend and to date the best looking guy I have ever seen. Taught me that I was beautiful. I just needed to believe.

I miss them.

Dua

يَا مُقَلَّبَ الْْقُلُوْبِ ثَبِّتْ قَلْبِىْ عَلى دِيْنِكَ

Ya Muqqalib al Qulūub, thabbit qalbi ‘ala deenak

(O Converter of hearts! Make my heart steadfast in the deen)

Plural - a definition

Plural is a word in which some change has occured either explicit or assumed to indicate that with it is more than it.

:D

scratch your heads. think and let me know. You will be amazed at how true this definition is. Thanks to Arabic scholars.

Grave of the Fireflies

For all of us who think they have it hard,
For all of us who think that we have suffered,
For all of us who think that they have been dealt with injustice,
For all of us who think the world is out to get them,
For all of us who think they are not understood,

Watch GRAVE OF THE FIREFLIES!!

And then we will chat.