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Waiting is the Watchword

Waiting. 

That’s the keyword for today.

Wait for the hot water. Wait for the sun to rise. Wait for the tea to cool. Wait for a bus. Wait out fellow commuters slugging along Longford. Wait for the end of assembly. Wait for the next colleague. Wait for the test to end for surely these seconds could pass for minutes.  Wait for another bus. Wait for my door to open. Wait for my ride. Wait for that receptionist. Wait for a dozen incorrect logins to verify. Wait for salaah to begin. Wait for this lab door to open. Wait for it all to begin.
…and yes my list may have ended there, as my teacher came along and finally unlocked the lab, but sadly it was not the end of my wait.
However, the real cherry on the Waiting Pie? You never asked, but I will nonetheless reply: The third bus of my day.

That 20A national express that sped away from campus as I stepped out its “convenient” automatic doors. Leaving me to wonder around aimlessly for 32 minutes.
Why, thank you Coventry for the regular prompt rotation of buses.

And here I am unable to a acknowledge that these choices I’ve made are for the best.

Because here on this bus where I sit (the fifth bus of the day) my empty stomach and medicated mind wonder: Why does my head feel sucked up of all air? Barren. And yet heavy too, in all its stillness. Like the wide expanse of a parched desert-scape, airless and stifling, only accepting the stark, unforgiving rays of the scalp. Tightening.  This is how I found my coherency (much later); tangled and strained. As for the goals I had? Well those I’m sure will come back to me once I breathe again.

In hindsight, as I read over this entry I realise much of it may seem incoherent and exaggerated. But reader understand that the human being is complex and every one of our minds holds the capacity for infinite combinations and variations.

It just so happens that on this day my mind, body and soul felt used up. I do not apologise (except to my health). I do believe however, that every tear, strength of will and challenge that we shed, show and solve can only make us all the more stronger.

Here’s to us all on the days where Brain and Body rage war on Ambition. Kisses and Hugs on the house.

And through all difficulty and every ease we should turn to the Most High. I pray that I always do. That the Angels above become so attuned to my voice that even my whisper of help (or happiness) brings forth the rushing response from Above. Ameen Ya Rabul’Alameen.

and unto you Peace.

A Draft After Watching a Dua for Palestine by Shaykh Mishary Rashid

[ THIS POST HAS BEEN GATHERING DUST IN MY DRAFTS SINCE RAMADHANI believe I also owe it to my sisters and brothers in Palestine to share it too. ]

Dua for Palestine | Shaykh Mishary Rashid | Yasee…: http://youtu.be/_vBT_KqAUV4

Having not yet decided upon my blogs overall theme I have decided to throw all caution to the wind and seeing which of those seven letters return. Then I may do justice to my thoughts.

This dua was sent to me from a dear old friend, and I watched as each slide unfolded – as every word and praise and plea broke down defenses I did not know I held.
It is by no means the most renowned suplication or most melodic or emotionaly compromising (this is, of course, subjext to each individual). But, dear reader, I felt it in that compartment of my consciousness that tends to sit aside from reality and observe, thinking: umm…huumm yes…indeed…a uncharacteristic turn of events…hmmm…mm…
Forget, for the time being that my idle conscious seems to personify a moustached suit of the Poirot variety, because this is the point where my literal eye decided to pour out actual tears and tears and tears.
I pray that the Most Merciful is softening my heart and strengthening my deen and always continues to do so. Ameen.

I also praise my Lord Allaah Most High for having given me such great companions through my life, and pray He continues to keep me in the company of His most beloved servants. Ameen thuma ameen!

Continuing in however, I must not forget to mention the purpose of this video.

Saving Gaza

Having a faith, a charity or even a Palestine flag is NOT a requirement for helping those in Palestine. These human beings living each day in fear of a ‘stray’ bullet, constantly under the watch of guns and barred from worshipping as every single one of us has a right to worship, to believe, To hope. No, dear reader, your just need to be Human.

So please raise a hand to donate, to sign a petition, to sing in protest and most importantly to pray.

and unto you be Peace

The Opening

The first Quraan I even came to own and to this day still do.
The first Quran I even came to own and to this day still do.

Al Fatiha – The Opening.

It seems fitting to dedicate the entry after Bismillah to Al Fatiha.
This entry is by no means an in depth study of the wondrous surah but rather a snapshot into the Islamic month of Ramadhan – of which today is the thirteenth night. I am currently observing the obligatory fast meaning to partake in sehri (to eat in the final portion of the night before dawn) and break the fast at magrib (sunset).

I love this month.

I love how it makes me feel.

I love how it makes me want to be.

See, there is a stark purity to the month and a blinding need within one to return to the path.
And it all began in the Month of the Quraan.

I had hoped to read as much of the Quraan as possible this year. After all it is standard practice to complete (a minimum of) one full recitation of the Book within this blessed month. So I must try. Try to read more. For every time I open the pages of my Quraan and begin to recite my conscious becomes clear, my heart at ease and my mind finally at rest from the ins and outs of everyday.

It is a barrier of my own creation that stops me from reading with regularity and I sincerely pray that recitation of the Quraan become a daily routine, which I practise with ease, until I pass (Ameen).

I’m placing a translation of Al Fatiha below foremost as a reminder and aid to me. Keeping in mind that the translations are always to the nearest possible meaning.

In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.

Praise be to Allah, Lord of the Worlds.
The Beneficent, the Merciful.
Master of the Day of Judgement.
You alone we worship and You alone we ask for help.
Guide us on the straight path.
The path of those whom You hast favoured;
Not the path of those who earn Your anger nor of those who go astray.

(Ameen)

And unto you be Peace.