Isn’t it sad how In our times we say, “Don’t judge Islam based on the Muslims”.
But at the time of the Sahaba (May Allah be pleased with them all) they would say, “look at the Muslims & you will know Islam.”
wow…I’m so exited—-
Sawab? It’s really pronounced Thawab but
I don’t know why I have other word in my mind
AND IT IS FRUSTRATING!! :(
If I do something good I get ___________________________???
I’m sorry but I’m not sorry…
HOW DID MOM AND DAD DID THIS? AND STILL DO IT?
ok, is not that bad, I’m just overreacting.
I get the filmmaking notalgic feeling pretty often and I get moody because of the teeny tiny frustration I sometimes feel because apparently I am not brave enough to defend what I truly like. A filmmaking degree means nothing when you want to make your parents happy.
Pleasing parents is not always a sad process, I have actually started to like my new carreer (in the process to be an attorney at low “YEY!”), and if they are happy I am happy. The salary is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better and I can also help people with it more efficiently. I’m just trying to see the possitive side in all this.
BE POSITIVE FATIMA! ALWAYS POSITIVE!
I mean, some people of my age would be craving for this kind of opportunities and being thankful is always welcome. Without the poetic meaning, youth is actually a mental thing…I can be young as long as I want, except when back starts hurting big time and I can no longer remember tasks.
I’ll always enjoy films and books, that is something law school can’t take away from me.
I also have this confusion about my masters…international affairs or MBA? OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO KNOW WHICH ONE IS BETTER FOR ME???
Not to mention the lack of friends… I do have a list of people to hang out and have fun with, but none of them are my friends…not a single one of them. I can’t trust anyone, I want, but during this short 20 years (yup, grandma speaking) on this earth I haven’t really got good results after trusting people. Here is where the faith makes a great entrance…
and yes… people is tired of hearing me complain about the whole hijab issue but I can’t even explain myself about that. I have just assumed that is not the most important thing and that I should work a little more in the other aspects of my faith before I completely deserve to wear it again (and when the situation is easier insha’Allah soon). I do get upset sometimes when I see girls wearing hijab/niqab but I remember that we are different, I have to deal with things they don’t, and they deal with things I still don’t. PLUS they don’t live with jews as I do.
In a perfect world I would be reading books all the time, forever sitting at Parque Omar under a tree, wearing my green hijab while the little cucci birds sing…but alhamdulillah life is not like this…it would be boring.
I complain and complain but in the end I do like it somehow, is just the way it should be. Some things need to change, but I should know that, and contribute to the change myself, that’s how all of us learn…right?
Thank you tumblr, because of you I’m not at the balcony speaking out loud = talking to myself.