“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all. ~Richard Wright”—
In August my friend lost her mom and while I believe a loss such as that knows no comparison somehow I wrote this just imagining what it would be like if and when my mom is no longer around.. I love you mom!
May we look to Gods words to drown our sorrow. May we always hold dear the Love ones we have, especially since know one is guaranteed tomorrow. May we find the strength to know you wish us no true pain. May we remember the life lessons she always taught us, even the ones we thought we knew better. Through the sun and through the rain, Gods grace will hold us true. May we never forget the laughter we shared and the heart ache she comforted us through. Let us rejoyce in the memories we shared and the Love she showed us, that somehow always grew. Let us pass along their timeless teachings the ones that only our mother knew.
In the past few months I have been subjected to harsh criticism and derogatory remarks all simply because I have been wearing my Hijab. While differences should make each person shine individually in this case they have shown me what truly lays within some people I thought were friends and co workers but have been faced to except their narrow mindedness that pushes me away even when I offer calm educated lessons of truth verses fear. If anything the negative remarks have only allowed me to wear my Hijab with more pride although my hope in what use to be friendships and society as a whole has shown me yet again even as Americans have a long way to go.
Heavens wondering daydream of drifting dense clouds, wrap my convoluted thoughts of fear, disalutionment and graspless pieces of the past…
Realizing now my heart and soul were not lost with the horror of my surcumstances…
I steadily seek out gods approval of my progression…
While still coming to crossroads of epliogue..
What actions shall I make today.. Enevitianily will play a roll in my life tomorrow.. And most certainly down the valleys and peaks life throws our way..
The assertion of my actions and choices have already been planned by God, what I do with the knowledge I gain from every experience is the ulitimate impact.
The newness and effortless ability to wake up and take the journey that is within ones heart. An American Muslima journey walking with Allah through the peaks and valleys of life all journeys have lessons. I’m a southern south mixed with my mother’s gumbo and a hunger to be the best version of myself and strengthen my Deen and Imman. My Blog is the frank journey of my life while sometimes uncomfortable to share my intention is to give hope to others to not live within the silence but awaken the fire within and show society a woman can have class and grace with a voice to be heard.
"By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower." *Rabindranath Tagore*
Though the storms may come and Leave only fragments of what I use to be.. Gods strength is steady while mine wavers from what I see.. My inner beauty out weighs anything the exterior my have to offer… And yet I fear my exterior is what has created me eternally unloveable.. Eternally forgettable as my heart is full and my mind is heavy with these fragments of what I use to be.. The mirrors and magazines of what beauty should be.. Is not me.. My petals my wilt through the the storms.. And dry by the sun.. But I am just as God intended me to be.. Forever and always me..