Hijabi Hayah

Assalamualaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuh, I would like to tell you sisters the reason for my delayed post is because I have been extremely busy! So busy you might want to ring Obama and tell him I don't have time to talk to him! Yes. You know. I have been busy.....eating pizzas. ;) Anyhowz let's get a movin' ... When I am walking in college I rarely do find myself shocked or amazed by the commotion around me. I try to block it out when I need to. Although the attack seems to be much stronger than my defence. However all is not lost! Just the other day I saw something that made my smile light up and be thankful that my defense was weak. It was a girl who had started wearing the Hijab and Abaya. To be truthful I don't know her, but her actions alone have told me she seems dedicated to Islam and interested in learning. Alhamdulilah! <3 But what also crossed my mind at that moment is that alot of sisters wear the Hijab and Abaya end up either distorting the purp...

Assalamualaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuh, While I was on the bus heading home I found that there was a considerable amount of noise. I mean this is typical on a bus, I am aware. However the source of the noise was not where you expected: boys. No rather it was a group of Hijabi girls. Now sisters I am aware the notion to be quiet like mice doesn't sit very well in modern, "feminist" society however we must be careful in what we are saying in public. But I would like to point out that the reason why I did not expect girls to be making noise is because we as women are regarded as pearls and we have to protect our awrah , this however does not mean that boys are supposed to make noise, no it just means that as women we are supposed to have more modesty as we are , (lack of a better word) more alluring to men, that men are to us. In general we, male or female should be conscious of what we portray Islam to be. Wearing a juba, or a Hijab identifies you with Islam there...

Assalamualaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuh, I have a poem I would like to share. I wrote this poem a while ago... I am not saying I am an amazing poet, I'm just a poet, nothing special. So read it if your interested, if not keep posted for my next post! ~~~~~~~~~Shadow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The light that is cast upon me Is it real? Is it casting light?... Or darkness Is it bringing me out of the depth or pulling me further The glow ,gleam Of its light Is it beautiful Or is it that which I do not see The darkness that surrounds me In my mind Or what shaytan left behind? The face which I see Beauty Tranquility Or concealed Facade Of which I cannot see The sounds Of my ears Are they real Or is it that which I long to hear? Words spoken. Yet they are broken. The life I live. For myself. Nooone else? Yet my heart Stops every moment I hear Allah. Proof of creation? Proof of creator! The sun that I see is it the ...

Assalamualaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuh, I should really be asleep right now. However I have words to write. Do you ever find that your identity is clouded? Or sometimes mixed into other identities that you didn't want? Or maybe you did want... The real question I am posing to ya'll is what is our identity? What should we be known as? The "fashionista" , "pious" , "geek' , "pretty" common tags that we are labeled as. Sometimes I get real sick of tags and not just on my clothes! Those tags that seem to be printed in capitals on your forehead but yet when you face the mirror you never see? Well heres the thing sisters, whether you or I like it or not, humans have to label, its innate I presume. Therefore we have to question what we want to be associated with? Is it makeup, fashion, looks, intelligence we want to be our status? Or should we want our Deen to be glowing for us with no words but action? Sisters, inevitably we fall int...

Assalamualaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuh, Today was an interesting day. It started off rather odd. I normally wake up and get ready which I did today, like every other day, but before I left my house I started thinking more about how my life is, the good, the bad, the ugly. I realised life is how you see it. If you take tinted blue shades that sparkle you'll see life in blue and sparkle but if you wear dirty specs that are broken your vision will be broken. Its all about perception. I admit life deals a hard hand, and sometimes poker faces just don't work, and you end up letting the cards pile ontop of you. But it's only as bad as you think. I remember a Hamlet quote: There is nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so (ACT 2) and to be honest that's true! Do you know why? If you allow yourself to be depressed about a problem in your life, you wont see the good in your life. Alhamdulilah for everything we own and the bodies we have been given. Let me take a se...