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  • A sweet friend shared this with me recently…hope it makes you smile/laugh/cry as much as it did me…I’ll always miss her when I see this…needed a smile, so I played it again…

  • brain clutter

    The most important gifts parents can give their children has to be a healthy self-esteem, a moral grounding and an appreciation for principles. Parents that are liberal sicken me. Those that leave their children to develop their own views about life under the guise of not wanting to impose their own views of spirituality, religion and politics on them are idiots. 

    If kids were born with the maturity, logic and reasoning abilities to figure that out on their own, then why do we keep them under parental guidance until they’re 18? I have personally witnessed how kids and adults fall apart later in life because they lack the resilience to deal with a value system not of their own making, or one they do not subscribe to. And when it happens, we’re quick to apply labels to their state of mind so that we can compartmentalise and commercialise their ‘illness’. And the afflicted ones hold on to these labels because they need it to cope with their lack of control…they need it to feel alright about their weakened state without thinking they’re to blame, because the burden of responsibility is too great.

    So we focus on the symptoms, ignore the nonsensical selfish behaviour of the parents, and hope that the next generation will do a better job of figuring things out because wholesome traditional values are too oppressive or repressive or uncool to impose on our children…lest we forget that they make healthier choices if they have an informed base off of which to decide. 

    The noise…the fucking noise in my head…it makes even a bird’s beautiful chirp sound like a nagging shriek until I stop for long enough to realise it’s just the beautiful chirp of a beautiful bird…

  • If you haven’t wished for death at least once in your lifetime, you haven’t lived

    Cynically Jaded

  • This reminds me of so many people I know…

  • Who, being loved, is poor?

    Oscar Wilde (via bippityboppityboo)

    Love is common…being loved…rare.

  • I keep wondering why it is that I never see the ahadeeth being related as ‘narrated by Mufti so-and-so’ or ‘Maulana so-and-so’ or ‘Hafez so-and-so’. The respected companions of the Prophet (SAW) were always referred to by name first, and then only had their titles referenced if it was relevant to the context of the narration. 

    These days, we hear about the credentials of the person long before we hear any advice from him. I see the Islamic principle of us being responsible for teaching others what we know even if it is only a single verse, yet the present day scholars tell us that we’re not allowed to say or write anything unless one of the esteemed few have been consulted first. I say esteemed few because we’re now being referred to as the ‘Awwaam’. Apparently that means masses…which in my mind is akin to the Jewish term ‘Goyim’ which refers to all non-Jews in a condescending manner. The term ‘Awwaam’ was used often by an Aalimah with whom I was once interested in marriage, and I received many examples of the use of this term in the gatherings of the esteemed few when they discussed methods and strategies on how to reach out to the ‘Awwaam’.

    I don’t recall such condescending tone ever being taken by our beloved Nabi (SAW). Nor do I recall any tone of rhetoric or condescension in any of Rasulullah (SAW)’s speeches, or advice that he gave to anyone in need of it. Rasulullah (SAW) maintained a disposition that made it difficult for strangers to pick him out of a group of common folk that may have been gathered around him. He (SAW) did not indulge in fine fabrics, stylish turbans, or fancy robes. His beard was always neatly groomed, and he smiled sincerely at anyone that he passed.

    This evokes too many painful memories to complete these thoughts…