Archive | December, 2009

2010.

31 Dec

This entry right here made me really, insanely happy tonight.

Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist, but in the ability to start over. –F. Scott Fitzgerald

I took this picture earlier this year in a little coffee shop in Maryland. I feel it’s rather fitting for the new year. 2010. I can’t believe it. It’s almost here. (For us in the ‘States, anyway.)

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The Leader Adjusts the Sails.

31 Dec

I was reading an article about the Gaza Freedom March, which everyone should know about, and I stumbled across this quote on the right hand side of the photo.

So that’s where it came from. I prefer the version I’ve been hearing lately:

The pessimist complains about the wind. The optimist expects it to change. The leader adjusts the sails.

yo, 2009, i’m happy for you, and imma let you finish…but 2010 is gonna be the best year of all time! OF ALL TIME!

31 Dec

Another year, done and almost, almost gone. So much has changed…and so much remains the same. More when I can keep my eyes open…

The Importance of Preparation.

30 Dec

I just realized yesterday that I can never leave anything to chance and hope it works out. I lead a review session last night thinking juuuust that. I focused way too much on the bells and whistles and not enough on the sheer content of what I was going to say.

Sometimes pen and paper are the best. Oldies, but goodies. Write down exactly what I need to say and then SAYETH, dude.

Honorable Mention!

28 Dec

Salaams! MuslimahSource won an honorable mention in the Brass Crescent Awards! Check it out.

MuslimahSource ShoutOut! Also, s’mores.

27 Dec

The Habits of My Hijabs @ MuslimahSource

Just got back from my uncle’s house from two of my cousin’s saalgira. Everyone is just shooting up before my eyes like gangly, GuitarHero-playing weeds! The boys made a toasty fire, and we all roasted marshmallows (halaal!) and made s’mores by the lake while singing half-remembered campfire songs. I smell like woodsmoke and nostalgia. It finally feels like winter. Inside, we sat and talked and laughed. I dropped and broke a plate on accident. Chaos insued, starting with, “Who’s throwing plates?” I didn’t hear the end of it for a good 10 minutes. 😛

Haleem, chicken biryani, s’mores; crotchety, cantankerous, loveable relatives…that’s what I’m talking about. Alhamdulillah for family.

Being Nice is Okay.

26 Dec

Salaams. I was reading through my notes from our Seerah class, and I came across the story of Umm Salamah (RA) and Uthman ibn Talha [Abu Talha] (RA).  Umm Salamah (RA) had been separated from her husband and child during the time of the hijrah. Her husband had been forced to go to Medina without her, and her son was taken away from her by her non-Muslim family. She was distraught for a very, very long time. One of her relatives finally convinced her family to let her go, as well as reuniting her with her son. She was about to set off for Medina by herself, when Uthman ibn Talha (RA) met her in the outskirts of Makkah.

When he found out she was going to Medina, he accompanied her for the ENTIRE journey, to make sure she would be okay. After that, Umm Salamah (RA) would say she had never seen a kinder man than Uthman ibn Talha (RA)!

There is more to the story, but later on as I was reading and arrived at the part where Umm Salamah’s (RA) husband passed away, I remember thinking, “Enter Abu Talha (RA)!”

Of course, the story didn’t end that way, it ended with Umm Salamah’s (RA) marriage to Rasulullah (SAW)!

I took away two lessons from this story.

1) Bros…it’s okay to be nice to us. It doesn’t mean a marriage proposal. (Also, smile! It’s sunnah. Don’t ignore us one second just because we’re sisters, and then let us see you give a smile to that non-Muslim classmate because she “doesn’t count.”  It counts.)

This also applies to us sisters as well. I swear, we all be giving each other complexes up in here.

2) Sometimes, a nice guy is just a nice guy. Sometimes, a nice girl is just a nice girl. How many of us are holding out for our Abu Talha’s and Umm Salamah’s, fingers scrabbling disconsolately in the soil of At – Tan’im, when we should dust ourselves off, and open our eyes to something better just over the horizon instead?