• My Abode of Peace

    Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but never our hearts. (Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr)

  • Solace

    When nothing can comfort you, His words can. His words always will.

  • Some days, the view looks scary. Trust Him. He is the Best of Planners.

  • Showers of blessing.

    Clouds come floating in to my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky. (Tagore)

  • Hop and Jump

    For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.(John Connolly)

Earthiness !

May 19, 2012
An update from a mother. This touched a chord, for obvious reasons :)

I remember when my second daughter was born with darker skin color then the rest of the family and I was made to feel as a mother that she was somehow less then my other daughter, less lucky, less beautiful, less.

Like she didn't deserve to wear certain colors, and I shouldn't rejoice in her adorableness just because Allah had chosen for her skin color to be a shade between chocolate and caramel instead of vanilla.

I am not ashamed of loving her a wee bit extra, she reminds me of myself. Earthy.

I have always emphasized inner beauty, and never thought I would have to teach a daughter of mine the value of outer beauty but I have to with her. Dark skin is beautiful, just as lovely to behold as light skin. I don't want her to ever feel like she has to hold back and not follow her dreams because she is made to feel less.

She is a beautiful little girl, effervescent, funny and filled with love, with a propinquity towards the dramatic. Its only on days that she is made to feel less that she visibly withers. On days when a new family will meet us and say in front of her "My, your other three look alike and she is so different".

My love... it is okay to be different. Allah created you this way. Your smile is precious. You glow like Venus when it rises in the Eastern sky, don't sink in the glare of the morning twilight ...you are beautiful.

- As updated by Hena Zuberi

Growing up , (even now!) I was always told to wear certain coloured dresses.I was told only a black coloured scarf would suit me. I have received literally racist like comments, at times , from the people most closest to me. I was made to feel something of "less"because of my skin complexion.

It took me a long time to finally find myself , but I did , Alhamdulilah.

It has taught me like the person above says - Earthiness !
It has taught me to love myself first and to never think anything less of myself because of another person's opinion.
It has taught myself to NEVER judge a person due to their looks/ skin complexion/ attire/ differences.
It has taught me to be broad minded !

I hope I did read some thing like this , when  I was a child.
I hope  I was reminded over and over again I am a creation of The Most Beautiful Creator.

Qualities of a husband !

May 6, 2012

On being a husband, Abdul Qadir Al-Jilani (a 12th Century Islamic Scholar) advises the following:

1. “He must relate to them (his wife & children) on the basis of morality and provide them with fair treatment to the best of his ability."

2. "If he ends up with wealth to spare, he must keep it for the sake of his dependents (wife & children), not for his own sake."

3. "He must not eat, unless they have already eaten."

4. "In relation to his dependents, he must be like a trusted agent and a servant, and like a slave with his master."

5. "He must set service to himself aside, and consider his dependents more important than himself."

6. "When it comes to eating, he must adjust his diet to suit their tastes and not oblige them to follow his own appetite.”

( and they tell women are oppressed in Islam!! :D )

- As tweeted by @Philo_Human

MCD - 10

May 3, 2012
People whom we know becomes people whom we knew. Life changes. We some times have to let go. Channel new paths .

College life is over. We are in different countries now!

Calls dwindle. Mails almost never. The green button on G-talk/Skype - still we dont talk.

From strangers to friends and then sadly again back to strangers. This happens to be the classic cycle of life.

Distance might only increase between us. We might meet again, we might never meet again.

Whatsoever it is,

...we are forever bounded by memories of shared moments together.