March is my birthday month and this year, I gifted myself with an iPod when the 7th of March rolled along. I wondered why I haven’t gifted myself in my past birthdays? The feeling of gifting myself is self-gratifying!
This month is also one when the desire to perform the umrah was planted. The thought of stepping foot into Mecca and then praying in front of the kaabah sends goosebumps down the neck. It’s not one of those fear-induced goosebumps but rather, one which occur when you are so struck by something.
Lastly, I am wondering whether to go down the path of marriage should it present itself? I have been having moments lately whereby I (re)assess this whole notion of marriage. After stripping away any wishy-washy thoughts in order to get down to the core of the matter (I hope!), I came to the conclusion that I believe in the institution of marriage afterall and would take the leap of faith towards marriage should God plan such a path for me in future.
It’s weird how turning 29 brought along with it this tsunami of change to the psyche. Do all newly-turned 29ers experience this metamorphosis of the psyche too?
Yesterday at the mosque, I was reminded of the strength of Islam and the notion of ‘belonging’.
I had attended the terawih congregational prayers at the mosque yesterday. Halfway through it, the imam’s microphone died. The first thing that came to my mind when that happened was “Oh no, how do we all women on the second floor know when to start prostrating if we can’t hear the imam now?”. However, my worries were proved unfounded. Moments later and to my complete awe, I heard the solid and firm calls of “Allahu Akbar” that resounded from the Muslim brothers who were praying downstairs. That call was a signal for us to move on to the next phase in our prayers. Had those calls not came, I can’t imagine what will happen to us and our prayers.
I was touched by the efforts of the Muslim brothers who, even without being told, automatically knew what to do. It made me feel included; I wasn’t left behind. When I recall the experiences I had undergone throughout the less than three decades of my life, I realized that the encounters I had which made me feel like I truly belonged somewhere was with regard to Islam.
I pray that Allah keeps my faith in Him and Islam strong always. InsyaAllah amin.
Lately, the dual power combo of nursing by body back to health and fulfilling work responsibilities seem to consume so much of my time that I seemed to have forgotten the following.
“Do what you love; do what matters to you. It might be finance, but maybe it’s something else. Don’t settle for Plan B, the safe plan, until you have tried Plan A, even if it may require a miracle. I call it the Parking Space Theory of Life. Don’t park 10 blocks away from your destination because you think you won’t find a closer space. Go to where you want to be. You can always circle back to where you have to be.”
2012 Baccalaureate Service
“The Updraft of Inexplicable Luck”
Thank you for bringing me to the speech, God.
My heart is so small, how can You put such great sorrows in it? Look, He replied. Your eyes are even smaller yet they behold the world.
This verse came to me at such an apt timing. I’ve not seen it for ages but I was suddenly brought to it twice today:
“Verily in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest”
For someone who firmly believes in the miracles of the Quran – somehow, there will always be specific verses from it that I would be led to whenever I needed it – I’m wondering whether this is a message from Him to comfort me and still my heart and mind.
I find that the words below describe aptly the greatness of Allah (though it is technically a song made by a Christian to describe his praise for his Lord). No matter how comforting the presence of those close to me are, at the end of the day I feel that the one whose presence truly fills me with the utmost joy, comfort, peace and love would only be one – Allah.
There is none like you
All of my days
I want to praise
The wonders of Your mighty love
My comfort, my shelter
Tower of refuge and strength
Let every breathe, all that i am
Never cease to worship you
Shout to the lord, all the earth let us sing
Power and majesty, praise to the king
Montains bow down, and the seas will roar
At the sound of your name
I sing for joy at the work of your hands
Forever i’ll love you, forever I’ll stand
Nothing comparest o the promise I have
*Credits: Shout to the Lord, Hillsong Australia