Sunday, February 20, 2011
My life does not belong to me
That is the philosophy of a friend of mine. She believes in giving back to society, helping others and sharing what good that Allah has given her for the better of Mankind. Alhamdulillah.
So today when I saw her face in the newspaper, I was so happy for her. She was one of the students who got accepted into the University scholarship programme and is being sent to various places like Thailand and India to work with children who cannot afford to go to school. I think she will be sent there to teach them.
But what strikes me about this particular friend is how she continues to push herself despite all the difficulties that Allah has placed before her. I remembered in college, she was allocated a school that was very far from her home but she still went and did very well. And then in university, her father passed away, leaving her as the eldest at 22 years old to take care of the family. Her mother is a housewife and has no qualifications so she was afraid to start working at that time.
Well... I am so happy for her that Allah has given her this rezeki... may the scholarship open up more doors for her in the future... I remembered telling her after her father died that life was going to be tough... but she will always have her friends and family and she must never lose faith in God. When He takes something from us, He will return us something else in forms that we may not even expect.
I pray for her that she will always be in remembrance of Allah... and may He bless them with bountiful rezeki always. As she always says, 'my life does not belong to me' and yes... because it belongs to Allah.
Amin.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Love despite Disabilities
Today I saw a friend post up this page from the Manja magazine (a malay medium in Singapore) that talks about couples whom despite their difficulties still manage to find love.
In this particular article, the groom to be is born deaf but his fiancee has taken it with a pinch of salt and learned to adapt to him to make their relationship work... and insyaallah their marriage too. You see, his fiancee was a schoolmate of mine and she went through a lot more hardships than most other people have gone through and so I guess deafness is not really a bad thing. To me, it is kesyukuran... because you are spared from the gossips of people, from listening to bad influences.
This schoolmate of mine used to have a sister who is the same age as me and the sister died of cancer when we were only 14 years old. I used to remember thinking that this girl (the sister) who died as a virgin would forever be accepted into the gardens of heaven. Insyaallah...
So back to the topic.
From this lesson, I feel that we should not see disabilities or any other misgivings [include plus-sized people, scarred faces etc] as God's lackluster creations but reach within and see the goodness in them. Not to quote Gaga here, but in her song 'Born this way' I like this phrase "Coz God makes no mistakes". Yes, He doesn't and so who are we to push away those we judge as less 'perfect'. Only Allah has that right to judge.
So, Insyaallah, I hope I can be a better person from this lesson today... that I would be able to look past the surface and see people for who they are and accept them without judgement because I believe that Allah made us all perfect.
Wallahualam bisawab.
In this particular article, the groom to be is born deaf but his fiancee has taken it with a pinch of salt and learned to adapt to him to make their relationship work... and insyaallah their marriage too. You see, his fiancee was a schoolmate of mine and she went through a lot more hardships than most other people have gone through and so I guess deafness is not really a bad thing. To me, it is kesyukuran... because you are spared from the gossips of people, from listening to bad influences.
This schoolmate of mine used to have a sister who is the same age as me and the sister died of cancer when we were only 14 years old. I used to remember thinking that this girl (the sister) who died as a virgin would forever be accepted into the gardens of heaven. Insyaallah...
So back to the topic.
From this lesson, I feel that we should not see disabilities or any other misgivings [include plus-sized people, scarred faces etc] as God's lackluster creations but reach within and see the goodness in them. Not to quote Gaga here, but in her song 'Born this way' I like this phrase "Coz God makes no mistakes". Yes, He doesn't and so who are we to push away those we judge as less 'perfect'. Only Allah has that right to judge.
So, Insyaallah, I hope I can be a better person from this lesson today... that I would be able to look past the surface and see people for who they are and accept them without judgement because I believe that Allah made us all perfect.
Wallahualam bisawab.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Lose Some Weight or Gain Some Faith
I'd just like to share this article i found here: http://www.muslimahsource.org/uncategorized/lose-some-weight-or-gain-some-faith-%C2%A9/
By: Umm Zakiyyah
“Oh, I envy you!” The woman’s eyes were wide as she stared at Aya’s thin physique from where the woman sat next to Aya on the couch, where they both held small glass plates of dessert, as did the other women in the room.
Aya smiled slyly as she carelessly finished off her second slice of German chocolate cake, using the side of her fork to scrape the glass saucer free of dark, rich icing before licking the fork clean. She had delivered her fifth child only six weeks ago, and the fitting shirt she wore revealed a flat tummy and petite frame.
“How do you do it?” another woman asked.
Aya shrugged. “I don’t. I never stress over what I eat.”
She laughed. “God, I’d die if I had to count calories. Food’s the only thing I can depend on to always be sweet when I approach.”
The women laughed.
“But you must be doing something. I swear, I’ve tried every diet out there, and none of them work.”
“Tell me about it.”
Aya wore a hesitant smile, unsure how to respond.
“Oh my God,” a woman said, glancing at her watch just then. “It’s almost time for ‘Asr. Let’s hurry up and pray Dhuhr before it goes out.”
It’s a scene almost every woman can relate to. The always-thin-no-matter-what-I-eat [and by-the-way-I-never-exercise!] woman walks into the room, and every woman wants to know what her secret is (including me!). But even as we listen intently to whatever she says, if she says anything at all, deep inside we know each of us already knows the answer, at least as it relates to our real question.
Now why can’t I look like that?
Metabolism, genes, “baby fat,” laziness, and just plain “bad luck” are just a few possible answers. We go through the “diet binges” (as I like to call them), then we’re back to square one (well, not exactly, because that’s where we were trying to get with the diet). In any case, it’s to no avail.
Then we turn to self-help literature.
Love the Real You.
Embrace That Baby Fat.
True Beauty Is Within.
You Don’t Have to Be Thin.
Beauty in Plus Sizes.
Next comes Dr. Phil. The talking head (and body) tells us, in all the wisdom of an experienced mental health doctor, that television is taking over our lives and we shouldn’t let its beauty standards and consumerism and “quick fixes” distract us from what matters most (as he talks to us from that very medium).
Then comes Oprah. Not the show, because, for our purposes, we can mute the woman’s voice and watch her talk soundlessly and laugh carelessly from that venerable couch. Because all we want to do is gape at the well-shaped, not-thin woman, so proud and confident in herself.
Last comes our epiphany, even if bitterly.
I am who I am, “love handles” and all. And I’m fine with that.
Then… our crying. And blaming others for being so fixated on the superficial.
Tissues are stacked next to us on the couch, and we dab our teary eyes and blow our noses, overcome with a surge of emotion. Despondent and inspired, we say to ourselves, People should love me no matter how I look!
“Your husband may love you unconditionally,” I once told an unhappy, overweight wife who shared this same sentiment. “But he won’t desire you unconditionally.”
Here’s the truth about our repeatedly failed diets, exercise regimens, and starvation programs: It’s not the diet or exercise program that failed.
And no, unless you’re aiming for that anorexic/bulimic skin-on-bones Kate Moss look, the problem is not even your metabolism, genes, “baby fat,” or “bad luck” (though starvation or a self-imposed hunger strike may give you that skeleton appeal, if that’s what you’re going for).
As Oprah herself said when embarking on her own diet and exercise program: It’s about changing your life.
But let’s be honest with ourselves momentarily, especially given the obsessive media fixation on superficial beauty (and our tendency to view this superficiality as a terrible vice).
There is something in the nature of how Allah created women (and the men) that places at least some value on the superficial, a lot of value in fact. Though, it is true that the commercialism of “sex appeal” and the constant media bombardment of manufactured “beauty” are a bit superfluous and disingenuous to say the least.
Modern insanity of media-hyped vanity. That’s what I call it.
But “vanity,” in the non-literal, non-sinful sense of the word is a part of human nature. After all, Allah Himself is beautiful, and He loves beauty. We learn this from the Sunnah.
Stories of the miraculous beauty of Prophet Yusuf ‘alayhi salaam, the uncommon feminine beauty of our Mothers Safiyyah, Zaynab, and ‘Ayesha, may Allah be pleased with them, give us a glimpse into the reality and power of the superficial even in spiritual life.
Of course, these wonderful human beings weren’t wonderful because they were beautiful. But their beauty was not completely meaningless to those around them, men or women.
So in order to properly address our own desires for “looking good,” we need to embrace the idea that we should be beautiful—
With respect to how Allah created us, not others. [Ever wondered about that du’aa you say when looking in the mirror? O Allah, You have made my physical constitution good, so make my character good also. This is a du’aa for anyone who passes a mirror, not just for the Aya’s amongst us.]
…But back to our failed diet programs.
Let’s be honest again.
We’re not unintelligent beings. We know where the cookie jar is, and we know where we put that salad bowl; and on most days, we don’t mix them up.
We know that excessive sugar, processed foods, and emotional eating are not good for us. We know that exercising regularly and staying on task while “eating right”are almost always successful in cutting off excessive fat, firming up that stomach, and giving you the inspiration to smile from the heart and feel good about yourself.
And though laziness may be a problem for many of us (even for the Aya’s of the world), it’s likely not our greatest challenge in “getting ourselves together.” Laziness itself is often a symptom of something else.
Truth be told, for most women (and men for that matter) who are struggling with obesity, the added weight is just a visible “side effect” of a problem coming from deep within. For some, it’s a serious health problem at the root, but for most others it’s something much more serious as the culprit.
This is where our diet binges, the French Women Don’t Get Fat books, and afternoon talk shows won’t, and can’t, help us.
And no, you can’t even blame your husband (or family) for lack of support, or for buying those goodies (or wanting you to make those goodies) when you told them you’re trying to watch your weight.
As with any problem that’s adversely affecting our lives and psychological and physical well-being, we must look deep within to find the root cause. And although “depression” is often labeled the culprit, even depression itself is a symptom of something else.
Allah didn’t create us depressed, and He didn’t create us unhealthy.
So it is upon us to find out why more and more of us are turning to antidepressants, sleeping aids, drugs and alcohol (yes, drugs and alcohol are a problem for many Muslims), illicit entertainment, and staring at ourselves in the mirror day after day hating what we see, or just struggling to get out of bed.
The problem is a deeply spiritual one.
But I say my prayers every day. I believe in Allah. I’m not a bad Muslim.
Yes, I’m sure this is all true, for most of us. But dismissing spirituality as the root cause of our health problems and despondency is like an unhealthy person denying her obesity by saying I take vitamins every day. I believe in good health. I’m not a bad person.
Do you have to be a “bad person” in order to benefit from healthier life choices?
Besides, no “good Muslim” would turn down the opportunity to improve spiritually. Only “bad Muslims” do that.
Here are some simple pointers for improving your health, and curing the deeper problems affecting your emotional, psychological, and physical well-being:
- Make Salaah the foundation of your day. In other words, every item on your daily schedule should be built around prayer. So instead of saying, I’ll do such and such at six o’clock in the morning, you’ll say I’ll do such and such after Fajr, before Dhuhr, or after Maghrib and so on.
- Make it a point to actually pray during Salaah. In other words, pay attention to what you’re saying and think deeply about your soul, your approaching death, your struggle to please Allah (and yes, it is a struggle).
- Increase the time you spend in rukoo’ and sujood, even if it’s only a few more seconds than usual. Relax as you bow and prostrate in prayer, and avoid being a “prayer thief.” The Prophet, sallallaahu’alayhi wa sallam, taught that the worst thief is the one who steals from his prayer—by not completing the rukoo’ and sujood.
- Read Qur’an daily. Set a daily minimum amount of time to read and/or a minimum number of pages to read, and stick to it. Take the Qur’an to work, listen to it in the car, read it on the bus, at school, and any and everywhere. And take time to reflect on what you’ve read. Read it in your own language, and in Arabic.
- Engage in daily dhikr, especially the morning and evening supplications from the Sunnah. You don’t have to say them all; just pick a few that are easy for you and say them after Fajr and before Maghrib (or right after sunset) each day. Download them to your computer, iPod or phone; or just keep the small Hisnul-Muslim (Fortification of the Muslim) tucked in a pocket of your purse. You can even visit the Makedua.com website daily.
- Make du’aa. Make du’aa. And make more du’aa. Make these supplications daily, even if short. And make them sincere and heartfelt. Cry to Allah, beg of Him, and humble yourself before Him. Allah fixes all things by simply saying “Be” and it’s done.
- If you can’t read the Qur’an in Arabic, with tajweed, learn. Now. [Okay, I can almost hear all the excuses of why you didn’t enroll (or stay) in this or that Qur’an program, or why your schedule won’t permit…blah, blah, blah…but save it. I don’t buy it. This is part of the reason we find ourselves in such muck in the first place: denial, and lying to ourselves, especially regarding our depraved spiritual states. If you have time to talk on the phone, go to school or work, play with your kids, backbite all those people you can’t stand, “Like” all those silly things on Facebook, and update Farmville—or if you even have time to struggle with your chocolate or sugar cravings (and thus increase that non-Aya-like waistline), you have time to learn Qur’an, somehow somewhere. And if you really believe the excuses you’ve invented for yourself, don’t talk to the computer screen or to yourself, talk to Allah. He’ll help you find that Qur’an teacher or online class that fits your “super busy, I don’t have time for Qur’an” lifestyle. If you really want to read His Book, you will. Simple as that.]
- Give charity, regularly. It doesn’t have to be an awful lot, and it doesn’t have to be with money or physical goods. Give your time. And you don’t even have to leave your home; in fact, I suggest that you don’t leave it. Our greatest opportunity for good is most often literally right in front of us: Smile at your children and hug them and listen while they speak. Smile at your husband. Hug him when he walks in the door, ask how he’s doing, and listen while he speaks (or rants J). And go that extra mile for him: Look nice, dress nice, smell nice (even if you don’t feel nice), and don’t argue with or criticize your man! (Though it has been proven that women have all the solutions to men’s problems). …Do all the things you know you should be doing anyway but have convinced yourself he (or your family) doesn’t deserve.
- Admit your faults and sins, to yourself and to Allah. Every day. And beg for forgiveness and reformation. And do something about it!
- Say you’re sorry to the people you’ve hurt, even if you think you’re right (or are absolutely sure). (This includes your husband and children, sisters J).
- Reunite with your parents and family, especially if you’ve had an argument or are annoyed with them because they simply can’t seem to get things right, even if the standoff is related to Islam. You can’t hope to please Allah if you don’t try your absolute best to please your parents, and keep those ties of the womb.
- Get up and pray Tahajjud in the last third of the night (or at least some time after ‘Ishaa), at least once each week.
- And, sisters, don’t look at your menstrual cycle as your “week off.” Get on task by increasing your Qur’anic reading (you can read from a Qur’an with translation if you follow the scholarly opinion that you cannot touch the mushaf during your cycle). Increase your dhikr and du’aa. Even get up in the last third of the night to supplicate to Allah. You don’t need wudhoo’ to raise your hands in supplication or to whisper a prayer while you’re cuddled under those covers. And definitely don’t leave off your morning and evening du’aa this “vacation week,” or ever!
- Fast Mondays and Thursdays (or at least three times each month). This purifies both the body and soul, and does wonders for helping you with that waistline too. And no, you shouldn’t fast just to lose weight, but you can throw in that intention as a means to have a healthy, fit body with which to worship Allah and be grateful. Remember Allah loves beauty, so there’s nothing wrong with fasting for the purpose of a healthy soul and physique.
- If you struggle with severe depression and/or have a very short attention span (or even repulsion or dread) for Qur’an or prayer, talk to someone knowledgeable in Qur’anic treatment and prophetic medicine. This will give you a much deeper and more authentic understanding of your problem than will antidepressants or a “shrink.”
Not necessarily in your waistline, but in your heart.
And with a pure heart (or at least a heart being purified), you can think clearly and get your priorities straight. Then you can get other things right in your life—your health and desired weight amongst them.
Umm Zakiyyah is the internationally acclaimed author of the novels If I Should Speak, A Voice, Footsteps, and Realities of Submission. To contact her, write to ummzakiyyah@yahoo.com or join her Facebook page.
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Friday, February 4, 2011
Business from home
"In the name of God, most Gracious, most Compassionate"
My brother is handicapped and since he graduated from school, he's had a hard time finding a job. So I've decided to help him by creating a job!
I've asked him to coordinate and manage a home-based business but he doesn't seem that interested. I was thinking that I could make various cross-stitch and handicrafts and sell them via facebook and online. It's really a good thing coz at least he can have some experience with handling orders and postage and accounting.
He did business in school so he should be able to do this job... but he does seem reluctant... maybe coz it's a 'girly' business. I felt very sad when I saw his response. =( I really want to help... and the worst part is, I am the one who has to do all the sewing etc and yet I'm not asking for much of the profit- I'll just take the amount needed to pay for the materials.
Well... I've sent out a pilot to see how my friends think of my work... and also if they think I could actually start a business with it.
Insyaallah... with Allah's guidance and permission, this venture will take off.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Our eyes are subjective; we have vision but we don't see reality
"In the name of God, most Gracious, most Compassionate"
Last night I was watching a movie entitled Kate and Leopold and something struck me as I watched a scene in which the scientist told the nurse about the dog who found the rainbow.
The exact movie quote is here:
It is no more crazy than a dog finding a rainbow. Dogs are colourblind, Gretchen. They don't see colour. Just like we don't see time. We can feel it, we can feel it passing, but we can't see it. It's just like a blur. It's like we're riding in a supersonic train and the world is just blowing by, but imagine if we could stop that train, eh, Gretchen? Imagine if we could stop that train, get out, look around, and see time for what it really is? A universe, a world, a thing as unimaginable as colour to a dog, and as real, as tangible as that chair you're sitting in. Now if we could see it like that, really look at it, then maybe we could see the flaws as well as the form. And that's it; it's that simple. That's all I discovered. I'm just a... a guy who saw a crack in a chair that no one else could see. I'm that dog who saw a rainbow, only none of the other dogs believed me.
Last night I was watching a movie entitled Kate and Leopold and something struck me as I watched a scene in which the scientist told the nurse about the dog who found the rainbow.
The exact movie quote is here:
It is no more crazy than a dog finding a rainbow. Dogs are colourblind, Gretchen. They don't see colour. Just like we don't see time. We can feel it, we can feel it passing, but we can't see it. It's just like a blur. It's like we're riding in a supersonic train and the world is just blowing by, but imagine if we could stop that train, eh, Gretchen? Imagine if we could stop that train, get out, look around, and see time for what it really is? A universe, a world, a thing as unimaginable as colour to a dog, and as real, as tangible as that chair you're sitting in. Now if we could see it like that, really look at it, then maybe we could see the flaws as well as the form. And that's it; it's that simple. That's all I discovered. I'm just a... a guy who saw a crack in a chair that no one else could see. I'm that dog who saw a rainbow, only none of the other dogs believed me.
And this... struck me as a possibility that is very true. I'm not saying that it is possible to stop time and so on... but the knowledge to stop time or to discover anything profound has always been the possession of Allah and He at times does give the ilham and hidayah to certain individuals [most notably Prophets].
But the profound question that rests here is:
Are we the dogs that are contented with seeing in black and white? Or are we the ones who desire to see the rainbow?
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