What the hay…!

Allah has full knowledge of your enemies. Sufficient is He as your Protector, and sufficient is He to comfort you.-Qur’an, An-Nisa, Surah 4:45

Wow! Isn’t this just simply AWESOME! I mean, I read this line and I just sat there, gazing blankly at the computer screen, just thinking how wonderful this verse is, masha’Allah!

Ever felt like there are too many things going wrong in the world and you wanna question God why does He let it be? Well, normally I don’t reach the point of actually thinking of questioning Him but today I was struck down; one horrible/complicated/sad news after the other. And by the end of it all, I made the stupid mistake of thinking out loud in front of a roomful of people, “Buss Allah mian, aap say tau milna hai! Too many questions to ask You!”

I know that doesn’t sound like much, but in a place like BNU, I personally think people who claim to be proud of their identity (like wearing your ‘labels’ if you are a Muslim or claiming to be a Satanist, for example) must be very careful. What image are they portraying? Can any body get the wrong idea about them and then judge their beliefs according to what he think of them?

Well, I guess in today’s world, Muslims especially have to think about this before doing anything. You know, so that people don’t see them doing something wrong and generalise, “See, all Muslims are like that!” Or “All hijabis are like that!”

Blahh!

I mean, I normally don’t have any problem in being careful but sometimes I just think. Why is a set of beliefs judged according to the people who practice it? Or even if people do not judge the beliefs but the believers, like some people claim, then why don’t they show some guts and have the gall to go try and practice their beliefs perfectly themselves instead of just criticizing the people who at least try?

Lol! I’m being too stupid and judgemental here. Probably because I’m a bit disturbed in the head. Lol! NO, I do not mean I’m retarded, only that I’m a little upset by all that’s happening around me. People  who I really really care for are upset, confused, stuck in complicated situations. It just hurts me.

Blehhh…I don’t even know where this post is going. Just forget it and stop reading it!

I’m crazy!

Patience comes in three stages: first, one learns not to follow the baser self; second, one learns to content oneself with one’s fate; finally, one surrenders oneself to the Master’s will and discovers within love and compassion, the greatest of all achievements.

 This is a story I wrote in fifteen minutes. It’s much debated over that can it actually be classified as a short story or is it just a piece of writing..The first line, I know, is really funny, but it actually has an history and was said by a friend on the exact same topic. So when I first thought about this subject matter, her words rang in my mind immediately and I thought I’ll use them.

“I’m telling you, the power of suggestion works so well for me that, if I were to tell myself, lets say, that I am a lesbian and want Saba, I will become a lesbian soon enough!” Amna declared in front of the giggling group of friends. “I’m not kidding, I tell you. It works wonders on me!”

“Man, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into! If she tells herself something that this is how things are, she believes it with all her heart. It’s like magic! So beware of the day when she suggests to herself after your marriage that she’s bored of you already! “Amna’s friend grinned at her as Amna sat playing with her handsome young boyfriend’s long silky hair.

Amna took a deep breath and looked at her hands where the henna curled and curved and looped to form red-brown gorgeous vines and flowers and leaves; she gazed at her red heavy lehnga with gold lapping the part of the dress which kissed the ground and her feet roughly; she sighed as she thought of her bridegroom sitting outside, waiting for her, in the red turban that covered his bald head, in his bursting black sherwani with the buttons struggling to escape and fly from their holes, in his huge eyeglasses and with his blemished pimply nose.

She took a deep breath again. She could do it. Yes, she could. I will fall in love with him, I will fall in love with him, yes, I will fall in love.

She tried to smile in the mirror, failed, and started walking towards the wedding hall.

This semester at college we have taken this new course with the intriguing name “Bards and Minstrels.” Before you get too interested, it’s just simply a poetry class where we read and struggle to write something  which can be classified as poetry.

Now I’ve never read or written poetry in my entire life. Usually, I don’t even understand it till somebody explains it to me. So I’ve never really taken an interest in it.

That’s what everyone in my class says, too. Or maybe a few say that they do like poetry but have never written it. So when a few days back our teacher suddenly told us to write a poem in ten minutes during class, I, contentedly wrote my first non-rhyming, non-flowing non-poetic few lines, satisfied to know that I wouldn’t be the only one spelling out disaster.

But as my luck would have it, it turned out that most of my friends are great poets, masha’Allah! I mean, as each of them read out their brilliant work in class, I got pleasantly surprised, intimidated and all the more self-conscious about my own crap.

But obviously I had to read it when my turn came. Before my turn, I was feeling uncomfortable, dejected and even depressed about my writing. But after I read my poem, I just sat back and told myself that not knowing crap about poetry, if I had managed to even write something which other people can call a poem, that was an achievement.

So without feeling shy and self-conscious, I’m gonna post the very first poem of my life on my blog. There’s no title, really, since the teacher just gave us a word “Blue” to write about. Actually, we were told to think up of 10 words which come to our mind when we think of the word blue and then make a poem outta them. ( I thought of stuff like peace, blue eyes, immenseness-I know immensity is a better word but immenseness came to my mind first so I used it-sue me! Hehe)

I guess “Blue” can be a title but it sounds bleh!

P.s. This is supposed to be divided into paragraphs or whatever you call them, but somehow this stupid blog aint letting me put in the required space!

The peace reflecting fromthe serene warm sea.The flight of the birds

No disaster, unless it has been preordained and recorded in the book of records, can ever befall the earth nor your own selves. Behold, all this is easy enough for Allah. Know this so that you may not despair for the good fortune you lost, nor exult unduly because of the blessings bestowed upon you. Allah does not love the arrogant and the boastful.

-Qur’an, Al-Hadid, 57:22-23

True repentance entails constant regret of your sins. Without remorse, good deeds, be they abounding, could be eclipsed by pride that follows piety. Remorse for a sin is superior to good works. Never forget your transgressions to save yourself from conceit.

-Al-Hujwiri, “The Kashf al-Mahjub”