Fancy a feminist?

Salaam! I hope you’re all doing great, I know I’m not doing great with WordPress, I’m not reading here properly and I’m missing out on all of your gorgeous stuff but I couldn’t seem to fit my blog into my schedule, so whenever in sha Allah I am able to do that, I will definitely be more active.

Feminism, a topic which never fails to be brought up time and again. What is feminism though? Who brought it into the open? How do you have to think to be a feminist? Is one sort of feminism opposing to an another? Does feminism really even exist?

So many questions, yet not really any actual answers.

The thing is, feminism is something that does tend to steer out of control, but at the same time it is an important factor. It helped women to finally do what they can do today, and now we have a large group of men who are feminists, too. Women have always remained a sensitive issue in our history, I’m not sure why that’s been the case, I’m quite sure Adam and Eve didn’t have the issues that women faced later on. That’s a point I don’t often understand, but the point is, feminism is still a thing.

I’m not against feminism, not at all, I’ve always been inclined to it, but I think today lots of women are forgetting the actual problems that women suffer from and instead introduce a certain “freedom” that really only belongs to the elite, who have no cares and worries like the common woman does.

Why won’t a die hard feminist let her maid have a holiday on women’s day? Rather ironic, yes? Is showing off and dancing in public really what we want to do? Don’t you think women have REAL problems? And yes, I do not believe that the society that we live in will change just because you bring a dance routine into a crowded bazaar, men in the subcontinent do not have the mental capability to absorb that a woman could do that and get away with it. They will laugh at you, they will ridicule you, but darling they will not join your flashmob and then become your best friends. It does not work that way.

Point of my post is, let’s address real things here. Women who suffer from abuse, women who are denied an education and a job, women who want to do something more with their lives and talents. Let’s help them out for a change instead of moaning on and on about what a ‘narrow minded’ society we live in. I agree that a lot of things here are narrow minded and rather unislamically conservative, but let’s look at the broader perspective and join to make feminism the right cause.

But again, is my feminism the same as yours?

Let me be

Salaam! So let me warn you beforehand that this is not one of my usual positive kind of sides.

Today I’m going to ask a question. Why is it so hard for people to be good? Why can’t folks just be nice to you, if they want to talk about something serious, why not just be civilised and have a normal discussion about it? Why do they have to be so rude and impatient about it?

I’m a calm person, usually I don’t flare up or anything. But lately it’s just been too much and I feel this intense anger inside me that is absolutely burning and I can’t seem to let go of it. I feel angry at almost everyone and everything.

I’ve lost trust in humanity. I’m trying not to lose hope, we do have good people here. I’m just going to focus on the good ones in my life. So what if a lot of the people I know don’t give a care about how I might feel. So what if I try hard to please and it just ain’t happening. I have my select group of people and I cannot be bothered leaving this bubble anymore. I feel like dealing with these people is pointless and sometimes with the most absurd reactions.

I don’t know. Maybe I should try harder. But it’s come too far. I don’t want to anymore. If those people don’t bother, then should I really waste my time when I could be using that for people who care about me?

That’s the hard part though. You can’t break off relations. You have to maintain ties. It might seem impossible, it certainly does at the moment,  but hopefully it’ll work out. Hopefully.

May you not see such horrid days and people, take care of yourselves folks. It’s an unbelievably hypocritical world a live in.

The saying on my wall

Salaam!

Hope you’re all doing fine, are doing something positive in your lives and trying to make something better happen, because for sure there are SO many people who are definitely being a little too negative for me.

I have a saying on my wall, it says,

 

“Travelling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a story teller.

Ibn Battuta”

 

Now, I know I don’t know how my whole travelling dream will come to pass, sure I’ve made plans and read up a lot, but I don’t even know what’s going to happen tomorrow so I doubt I’ll know about what’s going to happen in the next few years. Yes, I don’t have the complete freedom to just pack my bags and leave home to go wherever I want to, but then, who does anyway? We’ve all got our paths, our storylines, to follow, right?

So when someone comes over and they sit talking to me in my room and read that quote, most of them go, “Oh, you’re going to travel the world? Maybe dream something that’s slightly possible now?” And so much more, where I’ve been made fun off to plain just thought stupid for dreaming it. I’ve thought of hiding the quote so people don’t see it, I don’t talk of my dreams anymore.

But I have still got something to say. I want to tell all those people out there to stop. If someone is strong enough to dream about something, then let her or him do it. If you cannot, then that does not mean you go about trying to destroy and ridicule those who want to think and dream.

It’s because of negative people like these that dreams are shattered and hearts broken. I just want to say, stop. Don’t be so horrid. You don’t know what I’ve been through or where life is going to take me, so I’d rather you stop being all high and mighty and stop right there. I’m glad to actually have a dream, I read about different places, in my books  I’ve been to half the world already, and it sparks my curiosity about the other half. I do not spend all my time thinking how many likes and comments I’ve had, I do not bother myself with how many times I’ve worn a kameez, petty things like that are what bring us down. They make us forget what we can actually achieve, our true potential.

So I’ve just got to say this, all you out there who think I’m a naive little person who doesn’t know what she rambles on about or what she dreams of, please go and sort yourself out first. You’ll never believe what dreams hide within you!

The Storyline

Salaam! Hope you’re all good.

So, as you all know, I’m human and I have my down days. I have my moments where I sit and think of why something particular didn’t happen to me and how something could’ve been different etc. etc.

But one way I get back on track is when I realise it’s all predestined. Yes, we have our choices, but our choices depend on the destiny we have. Our lives have been planned like a story book, we will follow certain paths, and there we will be subject to decisions and choices, because after all we do choose what kind of lives we want to lead.

To make sense of what I said let me put it into these words, for example you could’ve been a poor person. Now, it has been written that you will be poor and you will not have the money to live lavishly as you see others do. You can either think positively and say, oh well, this dunya isn’t meant for me anyway, let’s just get this over with with a good attitude so Allah is happy that I still made the most of my unfortunate situation. Or, you could think, why was I chosen for this and not riches? Then spend the rest of your life sighing over what could’ve been, eventually ending up in a depressed state of mind where you do not want to do anything good or worthwhile.

The choice is yours.

So, what my point is, don’t dwell on what your life could’ve been and how something different could’ve happened. You weren’t meant for this place anyway, and so we were all cast as different characters in a big storyline, a story encompassing such a massive span of history and area. Doesn’t that itself feel marvellous? To be a part of something so huge, such a massive project that God laid out. You’re going to have to play your role, you don’t and maybe you can’t understand why, but that doesn’t mean you don’t play your role to the fullest.

Relish your character, because the part you got picked for was what you played best. Now choose to play it positively and prove that you can do the best to your ability.

JazakAllah for reading and have a lovely day!

Peace

Up and away maybe?

Salaam everyone! I know I know, don’t blog as often anymore. To be honest I find that I want to read more than write these days.

We’re all aware of everything that’s happening, and it is so sick it is amazing. Are our lives so petty to major powers that they feel they can play around with them? Kill who they want, bomb who they want and then just issue statements expressing sorrow? How hypocritical can these people be?

I was thinking about this as I sat by my window, with the rain pouring down and splashing everywhere. We’ve been given this beautiful world to live in, and instead of trying to beautify life we tend to kill off anyone who doesn’t agree with our standards.

What standards? Does everyone not have the right to have standards of their own? If your standards have no legit base then I rather think opinions should be given a level of tolerance that they are not. How you define normal and how I define normal could be completely different in both our thinking. But that’s because we were made that way. And we were made that way so we could see the diversity Allah has created, to enjoy it, to discover more of how interesting the world is. Instead, we think to argue with whoever disagrees with us. STOP. Now. If you disagree with someone, give them their space. They are entitled to their opinions. Don’t force your ideas down them. That isn’t how we work, we work because we have such a diverse group of people doing different things which help us all in different ways.

And though I’ve said this before I’ll say it again, give people the benefit of the doubt. The only way we can now bring some change is to be positive ourselves. It doesn’t matter if you know the other person doesn’t deserve it, just do it. Be positive yourself, because otherwise I doubt we’ll ever change. The biggest problem I see is the lack of tolerance. Be more patient, please! Kill your ego, learn from others, work hard to see them smile. Don’t be the negative one, even if you’re left out, even if nobody likes you, try and work to bringing a positive aspect to that. You and me, we’re both given qualities which we have to use, don’t destroy the potential they own. Work on it, make sure you start today. Write it down maybe, and soon you’ll be impressed by your own doings and the results you get.

Wasalaam! Take loads of care.

Until whenever I write again!

Sabr means… to be patient?

Salaam! Hope you’re all well and having a great month of Ramadan, although it does seem to be going away so quick!

I wanted to talk today about sabr. I heard someone talking about it, so I figured, this is rather a good thing.

We have to be patient in a lot of situations, situations and places where we cannot afford to lose our temper. But that’s not entirely sabr, because sabr comes when you are content.

If you know you’ve got some high official at your back and he’s handling your affairs, you know you don’t have to worry. Right? If you have a problem and you have someone high and mighty go,  “Oh don’t worry, sahab ji, I’ll handle it”, you’ll automatically feel rather relieved right?

That’s exactly what Allah says. He says He is with those who are the sabireen, the people who do sabr. Now, you can’t get any one who’s higher and mightier than the Creator, the Owner Himself. So why not try doing sabr when life gets tough, and in sha Allah He’ll  be there to sort every thing out. He owns the place, my friends, He literally made everything. All the problems, all the emotions, all the people, all the things, all the planets, everything! He is THE one you would want by your side.

So why not? When the going gets tough, then why not let Him hold the ropes and decide what to do. We seem to be very good at getting ourselves into trouble, I think it’s time we surrendered to Him.

Submitted to Him. Islam means submission, and eventually when we submit we adopt sabr. The moment sabr rules your lives, you shall be the most content person on the planet. Believe this! Because He says it Himself, so many times in the Qur’an. It’s like He’s worried so He keeps assuring us He’s by our side. All we got to do is have trust and be patient.

What do you say folks? Shall we give this a try? Shall we aim to accept and trust Allah with whatever happens? Because the moment we do, is the moment we attain what we most deserve.

 

Must Return!

Salaam! Hope you guys are having one great Ramadan🙂

I haven’t written here or read other blogs and I feel like I so need to now.

So I shall begin! I might not be writing much these days for some abominable unknown reason but hopefully I haven’t lost that spark and I can write, write, write away!

I’m back! *terminator reference anyone?*

Keep this humbled, weird soul in your prayers, may we all be granted Jannah and may our hardships in this world be easier. Remember the ummah that still suffers from war, the brothers and sisters who have no relief and no easy space.

May we all be guided, may we all find our way to Allah and peace.

Take care, and until next time,

Sayonara!

After the Prophet PBUH…

Salaam! I hope all of yous out there are having a fantastic Ramadan! Try to do your best and catch all that thawab!

To get on with my post today, however, I’d like to introduce a book I’ve been reading. Having seen it everywhere, I figured I had to know why it was so popular and set about getting the book for myself.

“After the Prophet” by Lesley Hazleton is a book which revolves around the events of the succession to the caliphate after our prophet PBUH breathes his last. I agree the succession must have been a big decision, as leading the ummah right after the prophet leaves this world is rather a difficult position, but the way this book presents it is not exactly how it could have happened.

The book turns the love and brotherhood that surrounded the companions into a fierce challenge of political rivalry and jealousy. How and why would we ever think that the companions could be so savage in their thoughts about each other? They were the highest in their Iman, and it surprises me that this book gained so much popularity.

The book also deals with the Sunni Shia split, which might be one reason for its popularity, but I am saddened to think that this division is only stabbed at more, the wound between the two is never allowed to heal, when it should. We cannot live as separate factions anymore, we need all the unity we can get! And the way that book describes it, it seems as if Sunnis and Shias were destined to be sworn enemies since before the Prophet PBUH passed away.

Basically I wanted to highlight something which had caught my eye, something which disturbs me as I am aware that it cannot possible, in a rational sense, be true! Ours is a religion which was based on brotherhood, akhuwat, we cannot be so brutally against each other.

On a more positive note, another book which I’m going to be reading is “Lost Islamic History” by Firas Alkhateeb. It is a basic and sort of summarized version of our history, covering all the eras in a way which makes it clear and easy to understand. I would definitely recommend it, we should know some basic history! To stay ignorant is an absurdity we have to eradicate.

And that’s all for today folks, take care!

The Undeserved

There’s a girl sitting by the road,

With a one eyed doll,

There’s a directionless man,

With his gaze stuck to the wall.

She cries to be seen, he to be heard,

Lingering on the same path,

Pursuing different ways,

Praying to be saved from this ungodly wrath.

He gulps as his daughter comes to mind,

That baby pink dress he’d got for her,

How we longs to rewind,

It all happened in such a blur.

She stayed confused by the days,

Her chubby legs are tired and sore,

But she can’t find him anywhere,

The him who’d make her two into four.

Together one moment, severed the next,

Debris and blood blocking the way,

Eyes frantic, hands raised to the sky,

Ya Allah, make this a dream preceding the day.

Another shock, another rocky rain,

Another scream, another amputation,

Woe to such a day, such an age,

Where his one arm leads her to the next station.

 

I suppose you can all guess where I got the poem from, half our people relate unfortunately. I wrote it because we all need to remember, I need to remember, that the little things in life we cry over are not that important. Life goes on, it happens. We all move forward. We shouldn’t start creating issues out of nothing just because our lives are going smoothly to some extent. Be thankful for what you have, ignore baseless arguments and fights because I mean come on, shouldn’t we realise this by now? Shouldn’t we know that we have bigger aims in life than cursing people who don’t agree with us? Or keeping grudges, STOP. No more grudges. Let it go, let yourself feel the peace. Are our problems really that big? Ask yourself that about everything, is this really that important? If it is, go ahead, mark it with red. Otherwise, it’s not worth your time, the time that could be spent positively.

Ramadan is on it’s way, a month that makes being good and positive so easy. Start off the process, be thankful you haven’t experienced the kind of torture most of our ummah has. We forget too easily, and we shouldn’t. START BEING GRATEFUL! Let’s alleviate ourselves from being miserly and hateful and tiny minded. Grow! Let yourself experience how good it feels to let go.

I hope I made sense,

Salaam!

Subconsciously conscious

They caught you immersed by the ocean, didn’t they?

They caught you smiling at the sky,

And when you tried to climb to the top,

They pulled you off and let you die.

Your conscious subconscious is your enemy,

Propagated and naively believed,

You Significant Creature, rise above,

You shall finally feel relieved.

Dwell in your soul,

Paddle across its seas,

You might be but a drop,

But you must let go with the breeze.