Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Another piece of writing i found..



A friend said to me that before making a decision about wearing hijab i could discuss with difference scholars but i feel browsing also helps... here is what i found (www.readislam.com)




My First Day with Hijab

Hijab: Empowering Women

By Sariyah








"I was a Muslim, but the Hijab was simply not for me!," Sariyah said.

"But why, Sariya, why have you taken to wearing the hijab? You seem to be pretty liberated, your family is broadminded, you have a career, you're educated, and yet you chose this restrictive way of dressing!"


"I know you are young and feel that you can make a statement wearing this garment that you call the hijab, but is it worth being so different? Think about it, girl."



These comments that most women wearing hijab face take me back to that journey a lot of Muslim women went through, one that empowers you to accept the way of modesty and grace. A way of dressing that a believing sister accepts for the sole purpose of pleasing her Creator while knowing fully, however, that it is the best way for her. A simple garment that guarantees her respect.



To me, the one thing that the hijab signifies is freedom — freedom to be recognized for your thoughts, ideas, and intellect rather than the clothes you wear or the way you look. The hijab is the truest women's liberation movement. It truly emancipates a lady, gives her the status her womanhood demands, and lifts her to a pedestal where she is respected simply for who she is — a mother, a daughter, a sister, a businesswoman, a doctor, a teacher … an endless list of roles that women across the eons have been involved in. The woman in hijab is applauded for her acumen and skill, not for her curves.



But I did not always feel this way. There was a time before accepting Islam when I believed all that the media portrays the hijab to be. I understood it then as a form of male domination and cloistered females. I myself came from a Catholic background and had a possessive father who ensured that my clothes were decent. In spite of this, the hijab to me was just too much.



I had accepted Islam when I was around 15 years old, and I loved everything about my new way of life except the fact that it asked me to cover up! What was the need? Why? Nah, I was a Muslim, but the hijab was simply not for me!



Then one day I read this in the Qur'an:



[O Prophet! Tell thy wives and daughters, and the believing women, that they should cast their outer garments over their persons (when abroad): that is most convenient, that they should be known (as such) and not molested. And Allah is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.] (Al-Ahzab 33:59)


Allah Most High does not arbitrarily command. He does not just order "wear the hijab." Rather He gives us the logic. He tells us in this short versewhywe as Muslim women should wear the hijab. He gives us two simple reasons:


1. Wear it as your label so that you are recognized as righteous women.

2. Wear it so that you are not harmed because of your physical attributes.



Simple words, but words of power. I saw the logic, but …! What about modern society and its values, my background, my education, my future career, my friends, what would they say? What about me? Would I be able to do justice to this blessed raiment? These and other questions bothered me for months. The heart wanted to wear the hijab, the soul had borne witness to its truth; however, sadly, the mind rebelled.



Till one day I met this sister, much younger than me, who wore both the hijab and jilbab so well that she exuded grace. In spite of being covered up, she was the most beautiful in the crowd. And I said to myself if she can do it, so can I. I shall wear the jilbab to earn the pleasure of my Creator. And if I am not able to do complete justice to it, if I make mistakes, Allah has also said that He is the most forgiving and merciful.



And so it happened one day I started wearing the hijab. And, yes, the transformation was wonderful. I am sure thousands of other sisters all around the world will validate what I say: When you earnestly take up the hijab, you realize it is definitely not just about what you wear; it is rather more intrinsic. It is more about your thoughts, words, and subsequent actions. You are no longer an unnamed lady walking down the street; rather you are a representative of the Ummah. You are a spokesperson for Islam. You are an envoy of the Islamic way of life, and this is a serious responsibility.



But with this responsibility comes a silent blessing. That day as I walked down the road on the way to college, I saw a change and I am not talking about myself! There was a change in the way people on the road looked at me. There was respect in the eyes of anybody who passed or interacted with me.


Bus drivers spoke to me with kindness, as did my friends. Brothers offered me their seats in crowded buses, unknown sisters smiled at me.


This respect crossed boundaries of religion and race. It was almost as if all of nature bore witness that another lady has obeyed her Creator and has adorned the garment He prescribed for her in the Qur'an. I was in awe that day of the power that a simple garment can have. That's when I realized this was no ordinary garment; it was one that came with a divine recommendation.


Today, years have passed since that first wonderful day when I, too, became part of the living revolution. But the experiences of that day are repeated in my life every day as they are so in the lives of each and every lady around this globe who conforms to the hijab. This one garment gives her manifold benefit. She pleases her Creator, protects her modesty, and earns the respect of all of civilization in one go. She is a smart businesswoman; she is a Muslim woman with pride.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

A friend made this when i asked to make a poem relatin me to rain ..harsh..cold..mild...romantic ...rain in different ways



As furious wind blows
The ragging waves crashing on to the beach
Though once it had been such moments of joy
Lighting and thundering, such horror
As walking becomes harsh,
The cold slowly crawls up to the chest
The heart that had gone so far
Now slows down, beat by beat
And it felt as if it shall never end
Such a powerful reign taking over
On the ground with the dirty
Already perished from the earth
Beating the last moments, with a yearlong pace
Sudden warmth felt
As life with a jerk enters the heart
A hand be there towards me
Looked up to the mighty rider
As he descends from his white horse
With a look of love and care
Giving a new life, and purpose
So did this heart rode with him
And felt the stormy night
Filled with joy and pride
Enjoying every drop of rain
Kissing on my skin, every inch of it
Dancing and singing in the rain
With promises of a new life
With prince charming


Friday, March 21, 2008

TOMORROW MAY NEVER COME





( this piece of writing inspired me )

Don’t let pressure and overwork encourage you to hurry past parts of your life. Whether it’s your children’s early life, whole segments of your marriage, or maybe the last active years of loved parents, they are swiftly past and gone beyond recall. Regret comes too late to save them. How many people still cherish an unfulfilled ambition to travel, or start their own business, or enter a new career, and yet do nothing to make it happen? Too many. Time passes. What was once an inspiring idea seems less and less feasible. Yet still they cling to the dream — only not this year. Maybe next year, when things calm down a little. When they’re not so busy. When they have the time.

We are so confused about time. We always have the same amount of it, since we can neither create more, nor save any for later, nor do away with what there is. Yet our perception of time is totally different. Sometimes it seems to drag in endless amounts. Sometimes it appears to flash past. Only our perception changes. Time itself does not.


Of course, what we mean is time free from other demands. But we will never have that either. There are always other calls on our attention and always will be. If you’re waiting for that magical day when nothing else awaits you, only your dream ready for fulfillment, you will wait for ever.

The truth is simple. People confuse what is urgent with what is important; what is pressing today with what is pressing in terms of their whole life. A task stands before you and shouts for your attention because it’s here, now, and must be done by tomorrow. So you set aside far more important activities and choices because they’re not urgent. You can do them tomorrow, no matter. Only that tomorrow never comes.

To live this way is understandable — it’s how the vast majority live — but it’s neither sensible nor fulfilling. All those unmet dreams and expectations build up, until you enter the later part of life trailing a vast, sad cloud of “might have beens.” So many people today are filled with regret at the opportunities they missed because there were more urgent claims at the time. As they look back, they see clearly those claims were never as important as the hopes they supplanted. Now it’s too late.

“There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.”
(William Shakespeare: Julius Caesar)

To choose a fulfilling path, you must be clear about your values, so you can see the difference between demands that are only urgent, but otherwise have little importance in the scheme of your life; and those that may lack obvious urgency, yet are crucial to who you are and what you want your life to be. You must have the courage to use your time on important matters and set aside what’s merely urgent.

If there’s a dream in your life — something you yearn to achieve, or merely something it would be so much fun to try — don’t put it aside. If that dream is up there at the top (or very near the top) of your personal values, do it now. Yes, now. Don’t wait another day. Nothing is as important to your long-term well being. But if your dream doesn’t make it to the top of your list, set it aside without regret. Like a pretty toy, it may be pleasant to look at, but it’s not important enough to give time to.

Choice may not remove regret entirely — you may always wonder a little what it might have been like — but at least you’ll know you did choose. You didn’t look back later and realize you’d missed that boat without ever grasping it was ready to leave.

“The moving finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.”
(Edward Fitzgerald: The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam)

Adrian Savage is an Englishman and a retired business executive who lives in Tucson, Arizona. You can read his thoughts most days at Slow Leadership, the site for anyone who wants to bring back the taste, zest and satisfaction to leadership, and The Coyote Within.
REFERENCE : http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifehack/tomorrow-may-never-come.html

Saturday, March 8, 2008

The Forbidden fruit



Looking longingly at the colours and ripeness

Making me crave for more, tempting me to hold

Touch and taste, savor till I get satisfied

Yearning to get more, thirsty and hungry

The desire for just one bite, I sigh

It’s unreachable but right in front of me

Making ripples go down my spine

Making me reach for it but I’d dare not touch

My eyes full of aspiration, I heave

With irritation I fall, I collapse

Livid and angry so frustrated

Of the forbidden fruit so sweet that I cant have