I‘ve been struggling! Unspoken words, unspoken thoughts. If someone could look into my mind, oh damn, what would they think? Probably that I‘m crazy! But isn‘t everyone like that, aren‘t we all crazy people?
So unspoken words? Sometimes I wish I just had the guts to speak them. It would be easier, I guess. But I don‘t, I don‘t have the guts. I try to keep the conversation going in an optimal way, try to say the right things, that fit the moment, that put me in the right light. When really I should just say what‘s on my mind! But the other person should too. I don‘t want to be the only one.
Today was the first time i’ve gone to the mosque in more than a year. A stronger reminder of why i love the house of Allah, A strong reminder of why i’m a believer. I prayed in the mosque for the first time, first time since i converted. Something i’ve longed to do since the day i became Muslim. The moment i walked in and see the believing women praying, and got myself ready to pray, it was a remembrance of Allah, and who i am, what i’ve become and who’ve i wanted to be for a long time. - You raise your hands up to Allah SWT and continue out to finish your prayer, head down and you feel less guilt on yourself for sins. It’s a reminder of love and feelings in the Mosque. A spin of emotions, happiness, Joyful, love, and most importantly, The feeling of being blessed. “... if you were to try and count the favours of Allah, you could not enumerate them. Indeed, Allah is Forgiving and Merciful.” Qur’an 16:18
It reminded me of the church youth group, Except, better? You had the Brothers play basketball, and the sisters doing Henna and Face paint and playing, it was quite adorable to see little children running around with happiness, and excitement, and watching the teenagers having in terms: Childish fun. and Adults actually relaxing, in the times we have now all those things are quite hard to do. — however, It was very pleasing to see, I remember my youth group for church like this, except it wasn’t the same feeling. We didn’t pray at church or have a moment where everyone would stop what they were doing, and go to the moment of remembering Allah, it was kinda surprising to me, It’s a change, and i like it. - More to come:: In A Blog
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Being too general doesn't help. The boy being specific calls to recycle our cylinder waste as a pencil holder!! Looks kinda awe too!
No matter what’s going on in your life, push through it. You are so much stronger and powerful than you realize. Stay quiet, work hard and lets the results speak for themselves. The only one you have to prove anything to, is yourself! Choose that Today is going to be a good day and make it happen! 🙏🏻💪🏻💋
I started worrying about the wrinkles under my eyes when I was 14 (pic 1). In my early 20s, I'd wake up in the middle of the night panicked that I was getting too old to accomplish anything truly meaningful in my life. In my 30s, I dismantled and rebuilt my brain, my soul, my actions. Now (pic 2), I'm still actively deconstructing and rebuilding. I hope I do so until my last breath. I see my creases and am grateful I am here to see them. It means I still exist. It means I woke up this morning. It means there is still life, joy, and opportunity for expansion. I think about the amount of time I've wasted haterading myself for seemingly endless reasons, and my heart breaks for my younger self - and anyone else who isn't hyper-focused enough 24/7 to tune out the continual stream of fear-based messaging that saturates much of our lives. It's not just fear about looking the part - it's fear about lifestyle, beliefs, career, material stuff, politics, religion, and on... and on... and on. Sometimes it feels like a victory to merely stay mostly sane. Sometimes it IS a victory to merely stay mostly sane. I think about the people who lose their lives and take the lives of others because they're hammered into boxes of bullsh*t fear... mostly because someone wants to sell something - lifestyle, beliefs, careers, material stuff, politics, religion, and on... and on... and on. Question advertising. Question systems. Question stagnant everything. We're all selling something. Let's do our best not to sell one another fear. K. Cool. Thanks.
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