Saturday, 2 March 2013

make up



My, my, make- up is deceptive. I found a quote somewhere which simply stated, ' women lie every time they put on make-up.' that isn't an exaggeration. After all, isn't make-up a face on top of one's face?
I don't mean an eyeliner and blusher; I mean the whole 'sha-bang', the transformed, 'you look like someone else' one. 

I watched a video on YouTube, where the woman had extreme acne and as a result had scarred face.
After she finished applying the make-up she looked so different! As if she never had spotty face.  I know that make-up is supposed to enhance your beauty but most of the time it gives you features and flawless skin that you don’t possess. That is just deception in my eyes. It makes an average looking person so exquisite and the pretty person extremely beautiful. You can contour your face, giving yourself cheek bones and slender face.

I find myself conflicted when it comes to make-up because whenever I have it on I feel as though it’s not me and that I am deceiving people. When people compliment me with my make-up I dismiss it, as they haven’t seen my face without it.  I also think that make- up is designed to give us low self esteem. Most people who regularly wear make-up feel ugly without it. As a consequence feel very insecure. I personally think foundation messes up your face, leaving you with discolouration and uneven skin tone, well on ethnic skin anyway.
  
People are free to do whatever they want but everything has a consequence. Instead of spending so much money on make-up invest in making yourself feel better. Masking your insecurities won’t make it go away. As a dear friend always says to me your beauty is your own stop comparing yourself to other people. At the end of the day, you are you and no matter how much you admire and wish to look someone else it isn't going to happen. So be happy with what you have. Confidence and contentment makes one beautiful.

Friday, 11 January 2013

so cold

I was at a bus stop waiting for the bus, when a homeless guy approached me with the ever expected question, '"can you spare some change, please?"
i replied, "no I don't have any money." He looked at me with disbelief as if I was mocking him and said slightly angrily, " that's what you people always say!" I stood up as my bus arrived and I said ".. that's because you guys spend it on alcohol and drugs."
He grew defensive and got in my face and replied, "no I'm not drunk. I just want a 50p drink."
" you look very drunk to me." I responded, taking couple steps back as he got aggressive.
" I'm sorry, I don't have any money. I swear to God." I quickly said as I got on the bus.
He shouted, "remember you swore by God!" I felt so guilty because I didn't any money except loose change which was less than 50p. I contemplated on getting of the bus and giving him that little change, as I felt I was harsh and judgmental. There was no need to add insult to the injury.


I don't know his predicament and what he went through, therefore, I had no right to have said what I said. A friend of mine who works with mentally ill people, told me that many homeless people  have mental illness. It is a cold world, and it is us people who have made it bitterly cold.

shame on me. I thought I was better than that.

May Allah forgive me for being ungrateful and may Allah shelter the homeless on these cold nights. My heart goes out to the homeless, especially on these freezing, winter nights.

Sunday, 6 January 2013

temporary amnesia

Don't contribute to the injustice that you cry ocean of tears which could flood the world. You cry because of the injustice that you suffered by the hands of people, but quick to forget now that it is you doing it. Is the person crying the same tears which you once thought would never cease? quick to forget when you inflict the  same crooked injustice on someone else. Or is that you seek twisted revenge on someone who never hurt you because you had to suffer, therefore ,why should others be spared? 

If someone did something to you which hurt you and warranted a complain, then mind you don't do the same to someone else. If someone didn't save you from that injustice, don't hesitate to save that person who needs you.


Be kind. There are too many selfish people in the world so that Allah the most high may have mercy upon our souls.

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

It has been a long time

I haven't blogged for a while and there is no particular reason for it just felt like being antisocial. I was on Twitter, Blackberry Messenger; it daunted on me that I like a bit of mystery so I deactivated my twitter and went off Blackberry Messenger. there seems to be this culture of sharing everything whether its Facebook or Twitter encouraging one to say what it's on their mind without thinking about  being conscious of what's being said. I believe it is not wise to say everything that comes to ones mind and sometimes somethings are best left unsaid.

 I have observed that people say outrageous statements that are are highly offensive especially on Twitter. there is bullying and racism that people seem to laugh about on Twitter. People wouldn't say these comments face to face generally nor would it be tolerated so why on the internet?

Saturday, 5 November 2011

The past

Sometimes it is easy to get caught up in the past so much that it consumes and leaves no room for development and progression.  It is a cliché; however, the past belongs in the past.  I seem to find myself locked in the past. No matter how much I regret and sorrow I feel will not change things.  I know it was decreed for me by the most High, Allah; however, this only gives me comfort regarding things I had no control of.  However, choices I made and the lack of actions from my side is something I can’t seem to put it behind me. So much regret yet one would think I have learnt not to make the same mistakes.
I cannot keep shifting the blame on others now that I am adult. The choices I make now are no one’s but mine. The past is supposed to make one stronger and determined not to leave one so caught up it is hard to see past the past.
I hope that this year I truly grow up and concentrate on the present.

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

family

I run into my cousin today and though we live in the same city we haven’t seen each in months. We used to be close when we were younger; she would come to London from Holland for the holidays. I simply adored her company; she was always fun, full of energy and life. It’s weird how things turn out. After a long embrace, we went back to another cousin of ours which she stays as its closer to her work placement. As I entered the house and greeted the family, an overwhelming sadness came over me. I felt like I have missed out as I am slightly distance when it comes to my family. The thing about my family is that though I love them and I don’t like most of them, and there are lots of them. I don’t think I know anyone who has as much as I do. As a consequence they don’t like each other much and hardly see each other. I would love it if we had more of a relationship. Seeing my beautiful cousin just made me miserable as it reminded of my dysfunctional relationship with my family. Family is of paramount importance as lack of it leaves a hole in a person. I know it’s an over exhausted cliché however friends come and go but family don’t so it’s important to try with them even if it’s just you doing all the work.
I bid her farewell determined that I would try in the future with them inshaa Allah.

Monday, 7 March 2011

My father, may Allah have mercy on him…

Memories of him are not as vivid as they once were. As the years go by which are preordained as his death, I am struggling to remember how he looked, but if memory serves me correct I don’t recall ever remembering his handsome  face (he must have been handsome otherwise where did I get my looks from?).  What I do recollect of his appearance is that he was tall, slim build and had very soft, thick hair. My father was merciful, quiet, easy going and a peace lover. One memory that is imprinted in my heart is him coming home from his other wife and me outrunning my siblings to greet him as he always brought us something. I still recall how he mercifully embraced me and carried me on his arms to the house. I remember missing him so much that I didn’t leave his side until I couldn’t keep my eyes open from sleepiness. I remember uncontrollable tears flowing from my mother’s eyes when she heard my father had been in a car accident. I remember her rushing to Mogadishu to be with him and leaving us in the care of my oldest sister Fatima. The next thing I remember is hearing my father is dead and running as fast as my little legs can carry me in the vast land of greenery that surrounded our hut. I remember everyone crying especially Fatima saying ‘my father! My father! Oh I’m an orphan!’ putting her hands on her head bewilderedly, my mother, telling her not to be silly, as she’s too old to be considered as an orphan. However, I don’t recall myself crying even though I loved him as much as the others if not more. It was only years later that I grieved for his death; i used to look out the window every Sunday and cry until my eyes could no longer produce tears, and my eyes hollow with grief. I can’t entertain why I did that peculiar behaviour but I know that it was wrong.  Fifteen years has passed and I still think about my merciful father. I loved my father and I still do very much, however, I am pleased with whatever my Lord, the most High, decrees for me.Everyone shall taste death irrespective of age,colour, religion, male, female, granted.  I ask Allaah subhana wa t£ala, the most Merciful to grant him jannah and forgive his sins, Allahumma aameen.

Saturday, 5 March 2011

Rebelling

Abul-Hârith Ahmad b. Muhammad Al-Sâ`igh, the close and respected friend of Imâm Ahmad, reports:
I asked Abû ‘Abdillâh (Imâm Ahmad) about something that had occurred in Baghdâd, and [because of which] some people were considering revolting [against the ruler]. I said, “O Abû ‘Abdillâh, what do you say about taking part in the revolt with these people?” He decried it and started saying, “Subhânallâh! The blood [of the people], the blood [of the people]! I do not believe in this and I do not tell others to do it. For us to suffer our situation in patience is better than the fitnah (tribulation) in which blood is spilt, property is taken, and the prohibited are violated (e.g. the honor of women). Do you not know what happened to the people (in the days of the previous fitnah)?” I said, “And the people today, Abû ‘Abdillâh, are they not in fitnah [because of the ruler]?” He replied, “If so, it is a limited fitnah, but if the sword is raised, the fitnah will engulf everything and there will be no way to escape. To suffer patiently this [current difficulty], where Allâh keeps your religion safe for you is better for you.” I saw him decry revolting against the leaders, and say, “[Do not spill the people's] blood. I do not believe in this and I do not command it.”




Source: http://www.sayingsofthesalaf.net/index.php/imam-ahmad-on-rebelling-against-rulers/#ixzz1FlI4ngIm



Friday, 4 March 2011

contentment

 last night I watched a video of back home and I was quick to feel emotional because of the living conditions that I saw. I felt sad for my family and I couldnt hold back the tears. However, as I continued to watch the video I noticed that every single person on the video was.. how do i put it?..simply happy. they had very basic things, shelter, food in their stomach and clothes on their back, and this made them happy. So happy that it made me crave that happiness which brightened their faces making them beautiful with contentment. It simply left me desiring to go back and be carefree as them even with so little. I believe its not superficial things like money that makes one happy but true contentment with what Allaah tabaaraka wa t3ala has blessed one with. Just that; being happy with what is given to you, little or big.
I leave you to reflect on this quote that I found....

    I Like this quote I dislike this quote“Contentment is natural wealth, luxury is artificial poverty”

little girl with the sad eyes

Big smile though she had, the little girl’s sad eyes went unnoticed for they have seen and felt much, outgrowing her little body with every hardship which became difficult with every tears which rolled down her cheeks, hitting the dusty ground with sharpness and sorrow. Little girl with the sad eyes was a deep thinker, as she was often given the responsibility of looking after a flock of sheep, no company; she turned to deep thoughts to fed her loneliness. Little girl with the sad eyes sat in the blazing heat in the barren land and her eyes felt thirsty and hungry. There was no food, no water but the milk of the sheep which wondered around her. Little girl with the sad eyes lay on the floor and thought of the injustice her eyes and heart felt and the stories every tear told. She closed her little sad eyes and found herself hugging her crying baby sister, struggling to keep her still as her sister couldn’t bear the hunger as they watched their stepmother and her other sisters and brothers stuffed their mouth with food. Her little heart broke and it became unbearable to hear the tears of hunger and hurt. Little girl with the sad knew she couldn’t tell her father as she was scared of what might happened to her. Little girl with the sad eyes slept between the camels of their father appreciating the mercy she couldn’t find with people. Her thought changed and she found herself in another injustice which she suffered by the hands of people. Little girl with sad didn’t have a place she called home because nobody wanted her, so she found herself in the home of whoever can find use in her. This time she found herself at her uncle’s house. Little girl with the sad eyes knew she would find no mercy and kindness in her uncle as he didn’t even acknowledge her , he spoke to his wife and referred to her as the ‘girl’. Little girl with the sad eyes hardly saw her uncle as he liked to be in seclusion. Little girl with the sad eyes became scared of what lay in front of her. At first the wife was nice to the little girl and, the little girl soon became fond her. That all changed when her little son from her previous husband came. Little girl with the sad eyes was pushed to the side and ignored. She ate on her own whilst the family ate together. Little girl with the sad eyes was scared most the night. Fear kept her unable to sleep as she looked at the vast darkness of night.Her little mind couldn't comprehend why the wife treated her so unkindly. The wife and her son slept in a room and her uncle in another. Little girl with the sad eyes slept outside with no bedding and no blanket,  she cried and hugging her barely clothed body all the while flickering away the ants which crawled on her little body.  
To be continued……..

(intellectual property of justdefine, please have the common decency not to pass my stuff as yours)

Thursday, 3 March 2011

reliance

This is a little something I wrote a year ago.
 The prophet sallahu alayhi wasalam said “If you all depend on Allah with due reliance, He would certainly give you provision as He gives it to birds who go forth hungry in the morning and return with full belly at dusk". (At-trimidhi)
 Relying on the creation all the time brings disappointments and sorrow
They cannot possibly be there for me always; their life is like books borrowed
Eventually they will return to their creator
Running after the creation whilst they run away from me, trying to cater
For them, dedicating time all the while forgetting my lord whom if I run to
Him the most high, prostrating, bowing to the one who holds my life in His hands,
I would find His arms outstretched, embracing me with mercy
Enriching me with His bounty
Woe to me! Woe me! When will I rely on Allah a true reliance?
When will my slogan truly be submission and compliance?

The believers are only those who, when Allah is mentioned, feel a fear in their hearts; and when His Verses (this Qur'an) are recited unto them, they (i.e., the Verses) increase their Faith; and they put their trust in their Rubb (Alone).'' (8:2)


procrastination

Times passes whilst I am in state of procrastination
And consequently alienating my obligation
Procrastination is starvation of my religion
I struggle for concentration to find explanation
For my procrastination,
I delay and postpone, inhaling procrastination
For my fix like it’s a drug addiction
For I lost the aspiration and anticipation
To do anything, and my accumulation
Of sins increase, blaming it on procrastination
Delaying my repentance, thinking of clarification
For my procrastination will be the assassination
Of my soul, leaving me in a state of humiliation
Affirmation of procrastination
Is not surely enough for salvation
For tomorrow may never come and application
Is what procrastination lacks, emancipation
Of procrastination is what my soul yearns to feel sensation
And adoration coupled with admiration
For my lord, as the reservation for procrastination
Is the hellfire, has the time not come for the cancellation
Of procrastination?