Is there a more beautiful way of starting a blog than giving regards which main focus is on spreading peace, the term ‘salaam’ in Arabic? Nope... don’t think so! I’ve been so busy lately making not just one, but whole two (hopefully) lovely blogs: this one, obviously, and then another one which in the future is going to be linked to my YouTube account, MuslimahTV. Here is the link for people who are more interested. Now that you are on here anyway, please check it out. Hehe... I know, you don’t have to plague and tell me it’s a bit desperate! There’s unfortunately not much to explore and see, but this will all come after my settlement from all the energy draining/annoying burden of responsibilities. Insha’Allah ya Rab!
I’ve found a lot of inspiration in other peoples' amazing websites lately. My search did not just waken my interests but also gave me admiration for others dedicational work. For example, there is this beautiful girl who makes stunning hijab tutorials, and there is this boy who makes awesome videos which mostly contain hilarious yet stereotypical classifications on how it is to be a Middle Eastern. I’ve tried to shape my ideas about how to reach out for a great audience who will appreciate my work; and in them my messages on diverse subjects. I, despite my
1. Shy character
2. Awkwardness
3. Hyperactivity
(believe me, they’re all combines together), have been hesitating. I’ve therefore made it a personal challenge to make home-made videos of many creative and sometimes simple kinds. I have, in addition, a huge collection of pictures which ironically used to wait for me, demanding to be transformed. The thing is: I can’t use many of my own pictures, meaning publishing them. Why? I’m a new hijabi, and most of my pictures portray me with nothing covered on my head. It’s not that it is a shame, because this is my past and people learn from previous experiences. Yep... it’s all history baby! I’ve, Al-Hamd'illah, become wiser and finally embraced both my culture and religion after intellectual self-persuasion. But please schss! about the cultural thing. I never really admitted my change in that field in front of my wonderful Mama. You know how it is, or do you? When they sometimes, unintentionally, make you feel smaller than a neutron. Or is it a proton? My science sucks, here is another fact presented to you! Back to the talk: my whole family is of course proud, and my Baba was perhaps just a tiny thrilled (my little sister claims that he thought he had given me less money, but did not check. I don’t know whether to say "ouch" or "damn"?) when he gave me more, emphasize on A LOT more, cash than usual in order for me to buy brand new clothes. My old lifestyle is gone, capish as they say! I’ve opened a new chapter, and for that it requires hard work and definitely not just a new look. Islam is a far more sophisticated religion, than permitting materialistic values to dominate. It’s quite funny because my adaptation skills are either or neither all depending on my engagement which is driven by personal interest. You must know how a Kleenex absorbs water: that’s me (meant in the same enthusiastic tone as the girl in the serie 'That’s so Raven'). I mean, the Kleenex is me and the liquid is the new power of strength, which was gained by knowledge and a positively surrender to Allah (SWT).
For me, my slow but great transition can be symbolically associated and translated into this picture here.
A picture, as you all know, say more than a thousand words. Its theme has a beautiful philosophical idea about humanity and being one of the people; a man who searched for the truth in the ancient and cold Scandinavia. And he found it during the first few minutes of wondering. This person was out during the brightest time of day, and yet he interestingly held a lit candle in his left hand, and made an attempt to focus by making a circle with his right handed fingers as illustrated in my picture above. Majority of people laughed at “...this poor case of a nut”, and officially awarded him to be the fool of the town. He still repeated this act every single day until eventually no one paid attention to him anymore. Many years flew by, and there was not the slightest consideration shown to this man who after all was ageing and indeed known in the small town. During a hot summer day, a child had the utter gut to ask this man, as any other man, what he was occupying himself with. The child was curious, and wanted to know for the whole purpose of just knowing. The man gave her a smile, and almost whispered: “I’m looking for someone who can share the truth with me!” The little brave girl decided to not leave this man and continued to ask: “If you’ve found the truth, why do you look like as if you’re still looking after it? Why not speak to ordinary people, like me or my mother?” The mother of the child began to notice the ‘unacceptable’ social interaction, and rushed into action in what she believed was the rescuing of her little precious from a mad man. Meanwhile, the so-called fool was so eager to speak justice after many many years of silence that he quickly made his answer: “We're too blinded in our sight, and too numbed in our feelings. The candle has more than one function. Its obvious function, which can be seen, tells us that it provides us with light. But the other function, which can only be sensed, tells us that it also gives us warmth. People laugh at me, but they never realise that the candle offers me a chance of survival, than any other help of human beings. I never had a home. However, can you see how they were the ones to laugh on ridiculous foundations and not me? They were always the ignorant, and I was always the more open-minded!” Some of the present townies began to build a mass around the scenario of a mother ironically trying really hard to force her child to escape. In fighting with the mother, the child screams: "No, he is poor and yet full of love. Mother, he is poor and yet full of love." Imagine, only the little girl understood the concept of compassion and the philosophy of 'helping thy neighbour'. Plus in order to understand anything, one must think! That is why we’re sent down to this earth, to think and make choices, be it light or heavy.
The aim of my life, as a Muslimah, is not just to shed tears and blood in my daily-to-daily responsibilities, but also dreaming and one day, Insha’Allah, work for greater causes such as fighting ignorance and helping the poor. What do you think?
